The moment you became a butterfly

My mind replays the moments before your death

And I imagine you separating from the silk membranes of your pupa

And moving effortlessly

Beyond the confines of a cocoon that could no longer keep you safe

And here you were

Free at last

No longer broken

But whole

Moving toward a new sun I couldn’t see

But through my tears

I could somehow feel.

By j. Hamilton



Listening to the tin of rain on rooftop

It sounds as if rain is tumbling into copper pots,

A kind of music.

I thought of you again today

And missed the bed I once crawled into to be next to you.

What I would give to smell your soft talc

To feel you smooth my hair.

And to fall asleep next to you

With my legs close to my chest,

The same position I adopted inside you

Before I was born.

I felt so safe in that cocoon

Of fresh sheets and warm blankets,

Listening to your quiet breath draw me to the peaceful darkness of sleep.

I remember the rain falling on your window,

And how wonderful its music seemed in the haven of your room. There

Fears seemed to dissolve into their own darkness,

And pain became something that was almost absolute

Because you seemed to somehow turn it into something different


It was as if that pain

Turned into a butterfly

And drifted into the sky.


By J. Hamilton