A Caterpillar - Poem by Ivy Christou
Today a Caterpillar was dancing on my plant’s leaf,
Green with white strips,
Its panoply shining in the sun,
I guess you would not call it pretty.
When I was child I was afraid of them,
I could not imagine how the majestic butterfly could emerge
from a plain larva that impresses no one.
As I grew older I’ve started to understand
our world a bit more and became a dreamer..
And it was at this point of my life
That I’ve realised that
all I’ve ever been was a caterpillar,
Waiting for the glorious moment to transform
To something beautiful
loved by everyone.
But the more I think about it the more
I prefer the humble larva.
Because she has potential,
And a wonderful future.
She has the will to live!
While the admired butterfly has nothing to live for,
She has seen and done it all.
Now she can only wait for Death..
I transfer the caterpillar on my palm,
I observe it explore the new environment with excitement,
Again the will to live dominates,
She will not give up until she conquers
I am myself a caterpillar.
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