People always talk about the butterfly's beauty...
Of how it transforms Into so beauteous a form,
From a caterpillar; A lowly worm.

Yet, no one ever tells you of the horrors it faced
While sealed within the cocoon...
Dwelling inside a silken womb,
As it fights it's nightmares,
Locked away in eternity's embrace...

It is an unfortunate constance; Stasis.

No one speaks of the demons it battles, Lurking just beyond that opaque veil,
Binding the linear to the ethereal...

Waiting to pick it's bones clean,
The moment it emerges
From the nightmare It narrowly managed to escape...

Out of the frying pan and into the fire...

Somehow still, It claws it's way out, Clawlessly, flawlessly:
Drying it's wings in the sun,
Soaking up every delicious ray...

Until, at long last,
Having escaped the demons
lurking within it's dreams,
It takes to bleeding skies,
Piercing the darkness with it's radiating light.

Fluttering frantically away: Is it free now?

© ETLW💖