Here I swing inside my dark ca-coon afraid
to become all that I know I can be... A
Black Butterfly too scared to emerge into my
full potential and spread my beautiful black
wings. I'm so afraid to spread my wings; I’m too worried
about what this world may think of me? I'm a black
butterfly that can't seem to set myself free. If
I do not how will the world ever see my real beauty?
I know this world can be cruel and rude place to be...
but if I don't break out of this ca-coon and set
myself free? How will the world ever see me for me?
But I must first set myself free, so that they
can see all my beauty... and when I do emerge from
my ca-coon? A beautiful Black Butterfly is what I shall be.
Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor
Copyright ©2008 Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor
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