Spring Azure butterfly

Our son, long confined in his prison of addiction,
aches to be set free. He, like a chrysalis,
feels walls encasing him… walls
formed by his other self, his other life.

You emerge, Spring Azure. Iridescent
wings unfold… dry… flex against
unknown air, pulse with first breath
in the stunning light of rebirth.

Our son trembles on the edge,
pauses… chooses… opens. Released
from crumbling walls of darkness,
he breathes the clear light of morning.

Rising above the sunned green of spring,
flight on new wings.





  1. What is the hardest part of your struggle toward sobriety?
  2. How can you begin to prepare now to meet the challenges after treatment?
  3. Write a description about your time of spiritual awakening.

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