Transformation Poem by Anita Atina

A caterpillar sheds her skin, to find a butterfly within

An oyster yields tears of pain, to create a pearl so trim

A mother delivers through pain, the joy of life itself

Why should I complain, if I have to bear my cross as well!


On the path of transformation, a crown of thorns you may have

Pulling yourself through darkness, before seeing the light beyond

You’re tossed about by the oceans’ storm, waves of pain may lash you

Cold, crying wondering why me! But you’ll be warm when the sun comes out!


The path is lonely and scary, sometimes doubt whirs up a sandstorm

The desert can be merciless, and forgiving, to those who strive on and on

So travel ahead, though your steps may be weary, o traveler

For through this lifetime’s journey, begins the transformation within!