Inscriptions on my soul

Butterfly

You think you know the world

From you spot on the ground, 

and then you climb for the first time.

Now you know the world, 

high above the ground, 

out on that branch, 

on that tree, 

on that leaf, 

but then it is time.

The shell builds around you, 

the world grows dark and dim

you are hidden from everyone,

alone, shadowed within

you can't see whats going on outside

and no one knows whats happening with you

Perhaps its better that way...

this is gruesome...

But then...

The shell breaks

Light shines through, 

and you emerge, 

weak, but renewed

an energy like you've never felt,

and for the first time, you spread your wings

and take flight...

and now...

now...

now, you know the world.