Dedicated to my ex-wife, mother of my eldest daughter, at a low point in her life (after our divorce), due to her addiction to drugs & alcohol

My coggles spark the memory of a ‘pillar from the past
Known too few to many, this ‘pillar had been cast
aside by those who couldn’t phantom her potential
or understood, or realized her assets were substantial

Neglected by the ones who could’ve nurtured her esteem
the ‘pillar didn’t have a clue, idea, goal or dream
of what her future had in store, her fate and Destiny
because no one had told the ‘pillar of these things, you see

And so the ‘pillar inched along a low path of despair
longing to be like the ones that flew up in the air
Convinced by peer mentality that these were futile thoughts
she settled for a path of trudging, and took the lesser plot

Perhaps it was this lack of knowing what she would become
Perhaps it was the loneliness that had her turn to some
who’d never know the joy of flying to a higher plane
because it wasn’t in them, and therefore wasn’t sane

But ‘pillar didn’t realize she had this gift from birth
since no one ever told her just what she’s really worth
And so the years of toiling with those who weren’t inclined
took its toll upon her faith, body, soul and mind

When all seemed at its lowest, when what was gained was lost
The ‘pillar listened to some sage that seemed too great a cost
“Stop my vices and my peers!?” and “Change my way of thinking!?”
Surely this would be too hard. Poor ‘pillar’s heart was sinking

But once the ‘pillar stopped and settled in to see it through
She began to see some changes. Her attitude was new!
What once felt like a prison, in fact, was a cocoon
What once was just a ‘pillar would fly away real soon

And so it was that ‘pillar’s thoughts came to realize
that all along her Destiny was meant for greater skies
Instead of finding reasons to put blame on her past
she realized her attitude would make the future last

She peeled away the cobwebs that bound her in her rut
and spread her wings so proudly – the world would watch her strut
For finally she found herself, she’d opened up each eye
and saw herself for what she is . . .
a beautiful butterfly

Fly, lady, FLY!