The butterflies are back
Here so often
Doing their gymnastics routines
Inside my stomach
With every new object of attention
Of distraction.
I sit, wait,and wonder
(More like filling time?)
Will it be good, bad
Exected, not
I stare at the ceiling
I know the pattern by heart
It's my comfort
Random, but logical
Unpredictable.
Years since these feelings have been
Wondered if they would return
If they could return
And, I feel so alive
Feeling again
Feeling able to feel again
And finding excitement in that.
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