Butterfly, The Creature Of Change And Survival Poem by Aisha Sherazi
Butterfly, The Creature Of Change And Survival
I grow,
I struggle,
I am not nurtured,
Nor cared for,
I learn the harsh lessons,
Of Life,
Alone.
Then,
Satisfied in my growth,
Having learnt my lessons,
I gain maturity,
I am ready,
For change.
I build walls,
Around myself,
To protect,
This change,
For change I must.
I hang,
Waiting patiently,
Change must occur,
For what else is left?
I push now,
I am impatient,
I have waited,
Long enough,
It is time.
I’ll show this world,
That I can survive.
One side of me,
Is exposed to the world,
Then another,
Slowly at first,
For I do not wish to shock,
Only to dazzle.
Released am I,
Free,
Free to show myself,
In all my glory,
In all my splendor.
For I have changed,
I am now,
Who I’m meant to be,
I am finally me.
So, fear not change,
It comes naturally,
Be brave,
Learn well,
And when,
The time comes,
Be free.
A truly well-described piece. Shows the will to live, and the change into something beautiful at the end. And the freedom..... Love, Fran xx
The metaphor works - no, plays. This poem is both serene and invigorating. Yours is a special gift.
this poem has a lot of meaning! it reminds me of another similar poem 'Example' keep it up Lubna
i found this poem in PH's list of poems with the 'topic' butterfly. i plan to use it in my February 2019 showcase of poems to be found shortly in my list of PH poems. and to MyPoemList. 2006: a long time ago. i hope you have not been picked out of the air by a bird! Thanks. bri (:
Beautifully written with well chosen details creating an atmosphere
Aisha, a brilliant example of how change can be a glorious thing. Great poem... very inspiring! ! Brian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I have always been fascinated by butterflies.Their beauty is fragile and may exist only for a day, but what joy they give to the soul while they are living..We are told there is a time for everything. I am glad there is a time for butterflies.Wonderful poem. Warm regards, Sandra