Metamorphosis

Conservative was an understatement
for she felt so warm in her cocoon.
She wasn’t ready to face the light,
she did not want to start a fight.
She was scared of what might
come her way, if she tried.
It took a great deal of time and strength,
as hours turned into days, days into months,
while she taught herself to accept the nays and shuns.
But when she finally gathered the courage and the heart,
to face the world, for being who she was,
she was different from earlier, a different color.
She had wings which were white, but with one spot of crimson.
She flapped her wings to fly, she was someone else that day;
she came out of her shell, she had a long way,
to go.

“Because it’s important to try, in order to become”

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