Chasing after butterflies

I think what gives us strength is constancy..family,friends,work as our identity..it defines us and keeps us grounded. But often we forget how non-permanent these are. The moment you clasp onto something and begin to believe that it would last, it slips out of your fingers. So I get quite sentimental as I write the last piece for Trifecta– it made me a writer but most of all, made me believe I am a writer.

So the last challenge is this:

For the final challenge here at Trifecta, we considered some flash and dazzle, a wild prompt to send us off with a bang.  What we realized was the most achingly beautiful, haunting and dazzling words we’ve read from our brilliant community have been the ones you chose when you were given the freedom to write with abandon.  So we’re lovingly, and eagerly, placing the choice in your hands.  There’s no topic, no word, just a free write. Go anywhere your mind wants to travel.  Take us there too.  Just make it count, leave your blood all over this page.  Thirty-three words exactly.  Of course.  We couldn’t end it any other way. 

 

dazzling in the sunlight

born from a fight

butterflies

We change and adapt

Adjust and make room for metamorphosis

fragile and delicate

butterflies

But when you hold onto it

It turns lifeless.