Metamorphosis
A frightened little caterpillar creeps across the ground.
Desperate to avoid the preying birds that lurk around.
She finds a tall and sturdy plant and hides among its leaves.
She wraps herself a snug cocoon and slowly drifts to sleep.
But one day she awakens.
There's been an awful change.
The air's grown thin.
She cannot move.
She feels so very strange.
She struggles to find comfort,
But soon she knows full well.
That what was once her haven
Is now a prison cell.
She knows the time has surely come when she must choose her fate.
Stay safe inside her self-made tomb and slowly fade away?
Or claw her way to freedom?
Face dangers eye to eye?
And spread her wings?
And sail the breeze?
As a lovely butterfly!
Posted Nov 6, 2022, 8:51 PM UTC · edited
I understand this as a poem about 'growing up' or 'moving on'. The message i got was that security isn't always a good thing, and that to truly 'spread your wings' you must face the world head on. I really liked it. :)
Hit the nail on the head