I know a butterfly
At least she will be one Someday
Right now she wiggles in her skin
uncomfortable and itchy but not sure why
She crawls along seeing only the things that her
legs take her to
because it’s all she knows
all she has ever known
She chews on the green leaves
figuring that she is destined for this type of life
and this type of existence
Far below she sees color and hope
but now feels that it is not for her
the stale green will suffice
and she will learn to be content in it
But her heart yearns
her stomach aches
and her mind dreams dreams
of a different life
of gliding and soaring
of floating and climbing to new heights
And Someday it will come
but first will be a kind of death
that will hurt
but will lead to a metamorphosis
And then her true colors will come out
she will spread her wings and fly
and be the butterfly that I see
while she is still a caterpillar
Someday a butterfly
