For Once

Dear friend,

For once,

it felt okay to be

different;

to be something I wasn't 

before:

a beautiful

butterfly.

For once,

it felt okay to be

pain-stricken;

to be something that could

hurt:

a living

being.

For once, 

it felt okay to be

wise;

to be something that helped 

others:

an old

soul.

For once,

it felt okay to be

sick;

to be something I couldn't

deny:

the weakest

one.

©LJ

20 August 2014