The Butterfly within me

Dancing reflection circling high and impressions of my inner self at the same time are scattering around me.
Once an Egg, larva, pupa…and now butterfly;
it is in observing this mere representation of change when I realize…
the nurse within me flies.

No definite path, the butterfly strays…
on me the butterfly lands and my cares waft away.
This beautiful creation paints thoughts of contemplation within me,
artistically restorative like the butterfly… I too strive to be.

Like the butterfly, will I fly into the hearts of those needing healing…
will I succeed in too wafting their cares away?
Will I handle change as gracefully as the butterfly, and soar confidently in an akin to way?

The wings among the older "dancers" slightly worn as time has passed by,
yet still able and willing… they fly.
Will I too fly once time has passed me by, or will I be "burnt" out so to speak… will my passion subside?
Growing, Knowing, changing…these Magic wings representing experienced nurses in their "prime."
Still immature am I…adapting to my new wings; still I learn to fly.

Many different species, not one really looking the same,
and like and despite the many trades of nursing…the focus remains the same.
For the butterfly to feed, live, fly, and land;
for the nurse to heal, enhance life, and help one to "Soar" free again.
Whether that be helping one to "soar" again in this life,
or helping to pave a smoother entrance into the "beyond",…
healing, enhancing, helping; yes, the focus remains the same.

Through instinct the butterfly feeds, flies, and lands.
It's focus internally implanted as it's life began.
The nurse may believe it is his or her destination to heal,
driven like the butterfly through internal instincts, perceptions, and intuitions.

I have just now come to realize that there is a butterfly that lives within me. Growing, changing, developing…knowing more through encountering experiences.
Rainy days may come and it may be difficult for my "wings" to fly,
perhaps death, grief, stress, and unpredictability being symbolic of those rainy days. But like the butterfly, my wings will dry…and I will continue to heal, enhance, help……and fly.

05/01/2007

Posted on 01/24/2010
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