The Butterfly
In my cocoon
I am safe
Here, it is warm, dark,
Quiet.
But the darkness suffocates.
The quiet of my world
Becomes a tormenting din,
The warmth, cloying.
Untested wings beat against
The walls of my prison.
Eager to escape captivity,
Longing to let light
Pierce the murkiness.
It is time to crawl out
And feel the sun!
Boldly, my proud wings open
As I take flight and reach my potential.
A kaleidoscope of colors
Glinting against the brilliant blue sky,
I am a butterfly.
Copyright © Tess Norton | Year Posted 2014
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