Caterpillar crawling
Struggling
Cocooned
Surrounded by Darkness
Cannot move
I struggle
I fight
I finally break free
I am free
I am freeeee
Am I free?
First light of sun
First kiss of rain
Amazed at how much I’ve changed
No longer crawling
No longer cocooned
I hop from flower to flower
Fluttering my good wing
I can’t believe I’ve made it
I can’t believe how far I’ve come
But the others…
All they see is
A Butterfly with a Broken Wing
They point
They laugh
They whisper
And my eyes are drawn
To those who fly
Smoothly beneath the summer sky
So beautiful
So elegant
So Free
Some point
They laugh
…at me
They don’t see the struggle
Or the obstacles overcome
To them I am deformed
Not fully transformed
So they poke…fun
At that which they do not understand
Because all they see is
A Butterfly with a Broken Wing
…and I cringe
I shudder
I whisper
I hide
I want to go back inside
Time passes
Now, all I see
All I am
is
A Butterfly with a Broken Wing
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