The Cocoon of Pain
If I were to look at
All my past life
My painful frightful beginnings
All the mistakes
All the tragedies
All the things I should have prevented
Those that could not have been helped
If I look at it all
As only a beginning...
As it was
Only a cocoon that I went into...
And I worked myself
Back out of it
Through all the suffering and tragedy
I grew stronger and stronger
And when the proper time came
When I was sufficiently strong enough
I would break through all that I was
To become all that I could be
To emerge the new...
The transformed...
But do I become the beautiful butterfly
Sucking sweet nectar
And bringing joy to all who see me
Or will I emerge the moth
Not quite so beautiful
And feeding off of clothing
A nuisance to society
And drawn to things that will kill it
Like flames and bug zappers
No, it is certain
I will no longer crawl around small and helpless
Like a caterpillar
But instead I will fly high and free
But will my tragedy
Have turned me beautiful
Like the butterfly
Or will I still be drawn
Like the moth
Or like the dog to its own vomit
To that which will continue to destroy and kill me
Copyright © Christine Trower | Year Posted 2006
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