BUTTERFLY

As larvae, you couldn’t

Couldn’t look at me,

I was disgust, repugnance,

A reason to squirm your face

A reason to slow your pace, and scream

An abomination to your neonate

Revulsion to you,

I cared not.

In my cocoon,

You had no clue I existed,

I spinned my anchor, endlessly working within

Endless days, nights, working to find myself a place

A place in a strange world,

Unstable, unsafe for me, yet I spinned.

After all the spinning,

I felt at home, in my cocoon, my home

But you cut down my leaf and still,

I cared not.

Now I am fully grown, crawled out of my cocoon,

Ready to fly, to feed, to live.

You had to catch me.

With my colorful wings,

A product of sleepless nights,

You dare see me now, you capture me,

Closing me in your palms, your jars

You incarcerate me.

Now I care.

Now I care so much that

I want to break free,

I want to fly.

I have wings.

Let me use them,

Let me fly,

No longer a larva, no longer in my cocoon,

I am a butterfly,

Let me fly.

Befado