I feel that my life is following
The same pattern as a butterfly
For so long I was a caterpillar
Slow not terribly beautiful
I was just trudging along
Surviving, existing knowing
That theres something better for me
Then I went into a long sleep
A transformation
I blocked out all around me
I felt nothing
Now I am struggling to break out
Of my self imposed cocoon
It is so hard, such a fight
But I know if I keep struggling
And fighting untill I make it out
I will spread my wings
And emerge as something incredibly
Beautiful and worthy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem