The True Beauty of the Butterfly
Imagine being so
compelled by circumstance
that you must wrap yourself in a tight cocoon
of your own making
just to survive.
Surrendering your life,
as you know it, to some unknown
future form that you cannot see because
your mind is blank and your body
is eating itself alive.
Until enough time passes,
in isolation, that all your cells
have turned themselves inside out
and been altered into an alien
Feeling trapped by
the silken shell you have woven
around yourself, you chafe against your confines
with your newly winged being,
slowly breaking through.
your extreme makeover,
you carefully unfurl your shimmering sails, waiting
until you are strong enough
to catch the wind.