Metamorphosis - Poem by Juanita Harris
Like the life cycle of a butterfly,
Our lives are always changing.
While we are young
We are constantly feeding our minds.
Absorbing culture and life experience.
We go through trials and tribulations
That strengthen us
And fill us with knowledge;
Eventually molding us into adults.
Sometimes blossoming into better people.
Sometimes being ashamed of what we’ve become.
But unlike the butterfly,
Whose fate is already sealed,
We can always re-create ourselves.
It’s never too late
To emerge into a better you.
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