Hey Readers,
I thought about what it means to be at an impasse. You feel so trapped in a corner with nearly nothing in hand. However, even in these bleak moments, I feel that there is time to grow, reflect, and even strengthen our understanding of ourselves.
For when we understand who we are first, it becomes second nature to make the effort to understand those around you. This week, I hope that you find a spool of possibility within an impasse. Since it's Women's History Month, this piece is for all of my women (and those of you that identify as such), no matter where you are.
May the Butterfly Impasse encompass you beautifully.
I used to think an impasse was a bad thing all of the time
That I needed to be sure of everything all in a moment
But an impasse allows for clarity
It allows for growth and the time to breathe
I used to think an impasse was never necessary
That I had to keep going in order to instill in time's favor
But an impasse is room for revelation
It gives life to do what you've only dreamt of
To some, impasse is a point of gathering yourself
But to others, impasse means being stuck with nothing left
Only the memories of what you couldn't get
And somewhere in their minds, they think they're not closer yet
An impasse was something I feared and often, came to regret
But it was the regret of it making things come to a standstill
That was until I came to understand that not all moments of impasse I encountered would be the same
No, not even close enough, but these times would save
All that I was and wanted to be
For the impasse would set me free
Of worry
Of uncertainty
Of constant second-guessing of myself
Yes, they were lonely periods, but it was in this time
I knew things would get better
They would emerge from that dark and lonely light
Into something plentiful and bright
So, now, to say that an impasse was blight
Wouldn't be right
For even in those moments of time
An impasse is a pensive time
To renew
To restore
To become passionate once more
Impasse became to me what a butterfly is before transformation
At first, it seems nearly impossible to grow
The caterpillar being so small and insignificant
But then, it slumbers in sweet cocoon, dreaming of all the things it will do
The wings that form in sweet cocoon become the flight of sweeter bloom
And for this, I call it from now on, "Butterfly Impasse"
