Transformation
I have crawled so close to the ground, where nobody notices me.. Just biding my time quietly, until I can finally fly free.
I am silently gaining my strength, until I can hide and grow.... To be unassuming doesn't make me weak, we are just waiting for my courage to show.
The cocoon I will build around me, will shield me from their attack... Once I am fully transformed, I will fly away and never look back.
When I am ready and strong, I will leave my safety, and break through the walls of this prison cell... For no other can keep my wings clipped, I will at last be free from this hell.
For the caterpillar will always grow their wings, to become a beautiful butterfly.... I just need to keep believing in the future, then one day I will soar in the sky.
Copyright © Becki Douglas | Year Posted 2015
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