It's kind of hard to imagine the original form.
Once the butterfly emerges you spend no time looking back to the caterpillar it use to be.
You just admire the colorful wings it now flaunts as it gracefully glides through the spring air.
But who can blame you?
It looks different
It moves different
It even has a different name
It's bound to happen to all of us
The inevitable & unstoppable force of change,
that refuses to be tamed.
YOU ARE READING
meraki
Poetry☁️ | wander through my thoughts. all my experiences, realizations, decisions, vibes...attempted to be placed into rhythmic tone as a summary of my life. I hope for this to become a place of comfort for anyone who needs it. Poetry is a beautiful way...
