Butterfly
The story of a butterfly
Conceived in the secrecy of their passion
A mere egg fertilised and birthed into the world
Crawled her way through childhood like a caterpillar should
Clothed in silk thread – alive with possibilities
Until the world boxed her in
Boys amputating her with their hungry stares
Girls with their whispers shunning her
Puberty catching up...the ugly pimples
All of a sudden she needs to define herself
Who am I?
So she crawls to her shell
As a protective mechanism she hides
In her safe cocoon
Neither speaking up nor shouting out
Just setting up a tent in the comfort of the labels
Yet using the time to find her definition of herself
Then slowly she breaks out of the shell
Rejuvenated...having found her wings
She learns to fly again
She understands that her being is a canvass of many colours
And there and then, she finds her definition
Not just one – but a thousand
How can a being created by a God so indescribable be defined in one sentence?
And as a beautiful butterfly, she soars higher and higher
Painting a rainbow in the clear blue sky
She goes to return
As an egg ready to embark on the journey again!!!