Transitions: To live or to live!
Do you think
The butterfly remembers
Life as a voracious larva
With many teeth
Devouring green leaves?
Does she still remember
The taste of sap
Now that her mouth
Is sewn up tight
As she flutters softly
From plant to plant
Carrying pollen on dainty feet
And laying dusty eggs?
If she had a dream
While she was crunching leaves
Of spinning pure silk
To make a gown
Did she spin it out of control
Entangling herself in coil after coil
Until she was cocooned
From head to toe?
Then in the darkness unknown to her
She changed from a worm
To an airborne delight
With angel wings
Silk spun, pure gold
Sequined and glittering in the sun.
Do you think she minds
This butterfly
That she has no mouth
No appetite for moist
And chewy tropical leaves
Is she content to live her life
A pretty thing for eyes to see
Twin wings glistening in the light?
This next little while is such a time of transition for me. Transitions are sometimes full of treachery so beware what you ask for.
ReplyDeleteThat's the thing about growth, sometimes you yearn to go back to the simpler things when your life is overloaded with the stress of maintaining the outward glitz that people are attracted to.
ReplyDeleteAnother great one, Adwoa. Well written.
Thanks Kiru. I so appreciate your comments.
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