butterflies II

I thought for sure I would have found them lifeless and limp lying at the bottom of that forgotten jar deep in the forest. But there they were, a live and well proving that I am not broken.  Their little wings beat effortlessly now in my stomach whenever you give me that smile, or take my hand when I least expect it. My little butterflies are resilient and their little wings beat fervently whenever you enter my thoughts. I had released any hope of finding them alive, but there they were as if no time had past since they first flew into my heart...