Notes About The Poem
When you name your fear, put a face on it, you don't allow it to sneak up on you...
The Caterpillar
The unknown fate of the caterpillar
Will it be butterfly or moth
Beauty or disgust
The caterpillar doesn't know
While it spins is cocoon
And begins it's compulsory service
Waiting and waiting
To see what it becomes
At last the moment...
My bitterness emerges
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