I’m wrapped up tight in silky layers all
around my morphing frame. In my safe nest
awaiting change that comes with such long rest.
With wings so beautiful, I won’t look small
anymore. The raindrops turn to snowflakes
and trickle down until they melt away.
As wind picks up, my thin shell starts to sway
from side to side, so delicate – it breaks.
And now the time has come to greet the sky,
to show how big and bright my brand new wings
have grown. But this outside is vast. I cling
to fallen silk, afraid to jump and fly.
Not ready to grow up and say goodbye
to comfort unknown to a butterfly.