Hidden
In
the dark
Alone
Waiting
for the end.
My
time
Spent
concealed
In
my cocoon of despair.
Wanting
to feel
The
sun
Upon
my translucent skin.
Brightest
colours
Big
and bold
One
day, I’ll begin.
Every
caterpillar
Has
a chance
To
be the butterfly.
So
I’m told
Therefore
I wait
In
coldest days
Till
I shall fly.
Until
my wings
Of
gold unfold
I
dream of moonbeams in the sky.
The
ugly caterpillar
I
may be
Until
my cast does break.
Then
I will shine
Yes,
I shall be
The
butterfly, awake!
The
end!
