Today, one of my colleagues compared me to a “mariposa de acero.”
An iron butterfly.
He said that I am like a butterfly floating around but I struck good – and you bleed.
We connect. Close.
This image first came to mind: I lock bolts!
Then I thought: “I am indeed turning into this butterfly that is made of iron.”
I know I have Always been like this, but I also believe that I have always been soft. This environment that I am in is moulding me – with fire and ice – into this iron steel.
I hurt people along the way. The least of all the things that I want to do. However, to be hurt and to hate is one of the most important lessons of growing –
and moving on.
(But it sucks to be hated.. and to feel the hurt – especially if you are an empath like that..)
I make decisions. They may not always be the best but they are decisions that I made.
I am a butterfly clad in iron.
I like my new name.