The sense of being trapped in the Cocoon
Is similar to a baby within his mother’s womb.
I am very much alive but not exactly ripe.
Soon this butterfly will be equipped for flight.
If I may survive this earth-bound existence,
When my metamorphosis has taken place, I will share no earthly resemblance.
The old me will not recognize how much I’ve grown and what I’ve become.
The new me is thinking,” I wish you were here to see the things I’ve done.”
All these feelings of being caught within a snare
And flying free without a care
Has shown me how to persevere
I will not allow my humble beginning to define me
Or evanescent memory of the past will no longer be there to remind me.
Having transformed into this beautiful being,
I begin my climb with the wind to my back as a butterfly ascending