Butterfly, your wings are ready.
Reach out, taste the breeze,
Fly!
Your colors shine through
Like a beacon on a rocky harbor.
Illuminating, breathtaking, relieving.
Humility mutes your colors,
Fading them like the fog a few hours into
A summer morning.
But why remain trapped in this
Subduction?
You do not need a cocoon,
You are in need of no cocoon.
Emerge, cast it off, and flutter.
Accept the wind that you hide from,
Yes, it sees you,
You with the demure smile hidden
behind a trembling leaf.
If I cannot be given the chance
To see those powdery colors
Brighten the sky
I will fear for my sanity.
Fly, my dear butterfly, fly!
What a shame it would be,
If you decide to hide.
-October G.
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Life is a Wiggle
PoetryFortune cookies can be right, no matter how wrong they sound. October and I (Eliza) found this to be humoring upon many occasions—like when she managed to pull a nearly incoherent one out of a sweet yet plain cookie. “Life is a wiggle.” We don’t kn...
