Collections of The Soul

"Butterfly"

There are days in life, when I wish all I could do is spread my wings and fly. 

Soaring high in that bright blue sky. 

Feeling the crisp wind in my face.

The weightlessness of being free from that dark space. 

There are times I imagine myself much like a bird, doomed to be caged till I die.

 But when I think about it more and more, I start to realize I'm more like a Butterfly. 

See, there's something special that only other butterflies know. 

That we start off very small, and our shine doesn't really come out till we grow. 

Caterpillars are small, squishy and considered quite weak. 

They truck along through life, and to some they can seem very meek.

 However people will start to notice, a little more at least, once they cocoon themselves away.

 Walled off from life, and hidden away in the deep dark shadows, it almost seem like they'll never see the light of day.

 Then something beautiful happens, the shell, it breaks. 

Little by little, everything opens up and falls away with each little quake.

 Shadows are finally swallowed by light.

Those tiny little legs pulling them out with all their might.

 Tired and exhausted, from all those battles within. 

The Butterfly will often be seen resting on a limb.

 Then it'll happen, and most consider it one of the world's greatest wonders. 

Those wings spread open, and behold, all of the colors. All the gunk, and goo, it all had it's purpose. 

Those times were harsh, and I've surely felt worthless. 

It was needed though, as some would put it "A necessary Evil." 

All to bring out the beauty from within, to finally put those cold, harsh words to a fucking standstill.