Wings

She is born into a world,

Wide-eyed with wonder.

Gazing up at the vast sky

And all life around her.

Smells overwhelm,

Colours fascinate,

And the taste.

Oh, the taste of leaves and flowers

In her eager mouth.

She absorbs everything with eagerness,

Fattening up on life’s pleasures and delights.

One day, she cannot move.

Trapped, encased, imprisoned,

Screaming to get out,

To leave this choking Hell

Where darkness reigns

And the light is lost.

Time answers her call

As she slumbers deeply,

Building a budding strength inside of her

For when she is ready

To set herself free.

Her hands reach out against her cocoon,

Pushing with all of her might,

And slowly a pinprick of bright peeks through a hole.

The warmth invigorates her and gives her the strength

To break free from her chains of bondage

And emerge with wings.

She will let the sun dry her tears,

Allowing the blood to flow through her veins

With new power;

Wisdom that the world ever changes.

Even the smallest butterfly can soar to the heavens and live with all of her might.

©JLThomas08302010