she’s lost, in the garden of her mind.

as her thoughts conceal over her body, in a green cocoon.

only to be accompanied by the dew of a lost heart's cry.

tip tap! the ladybug says hello!

tippity tappity! as her walls break mellowly to the ground.

she flutters her untrained wings,

to the quiet warm earth’s core.

not quite a butterfly. not quite a worm.

lost, they call’d her.

unsure of who she is.

unsure on where she coexists among the rest.

Must she get lost to be found again? they whisper to her.

to fly above the crystal sea,

and squirm among the pretty trees.

Must she get lost to be found again? she reminds herself.

to rebirth as a butterfly, 

guiding a light to all that please,

shedding down leaves of possibilities.

to rebirth as a caterpillar,

to hug the surface of the ground,

and offer her love to all who are around.

Must she get lost to be found again? the world echoes as she finds a home in being lost.

lost in the exploration of her beautiful mind’s garden.