Poetry- Metamorphosis

Have you seen the caterpillar- laughed at by her peers?

So small, so different from her parents, thinks, she`s ugly, too,

Thinks “I just wanna be like them- what can I do”?

And how they sting, the laughter of the birds of prey, those jeers.

Looks longingly up to the clouds, up to the bluest sky,

Up there, the eagles without effort seem to fly.

Gliding with grace,

So “Why am I a caterpillar? – They have wings, so why don`t I?”

Have you ever wondered- What does a caterpillar feel once she is trapped in her cocoon?

I don`t know, either, but I know that growth and change come out of pain,

And if we`re better, stronger for it, nothing was in vain.

Like with a diamante- out of pain, of pressure, beauty is born soon.

So can you ever leave the child you were behind?

And can you get those expectations, judgements off your mind? Escaping from your cage? You can, if you`re demanding, but to yourself still kind.

Have you seen the butterfly spreading her wings? Trying, if they will support her, at first still tentatively,

Opening them then, A hundred shimmring colours, such breath-taking beauty,

Marvelling from above before you know it at a million little things.

Her caterpillar days are far behind her, gone,

She might not be an eagle, but look how far she`s come!

She`s flying, gracefully,

Who cares, if she is “different”, now, with everything she`s done?