Metamorphosis is terrifying
Just ask the butterfly
Or rather the caterpillar
Who
Still munching on a last leaf
Enters the cocoon
I lay my head in grass
Whispering
How do you do it
So dogged
Determined
Small scrunched up bug
Hunching your way in, you shrug
And as you pull the zipper over your head
I imagine you said
It’s what I do
To go forward
Onwards
Upwards
Flight, takes wings
Where are yours?
Will you grow them yourself?
Do you imagine
Butterflies ask someone else?
No
What we make
We make ourselves.
But how do you deal with uncertainty, questions, anxiety? You haven’t done this before – how do you even know that you’ll know how to fly when you get there?
And the caterpillar replies
I’ve still got my gut you know
And my brain
My heart
I’m transforming into a work of art
All these other questions
Become redundant
Does the painter interrogate the paint?
What are you made of
Where will you go
How do you know which brush and stroke?
The canvas would stare back
Mutely
The only way to tranform is to just do it!
After that the caterpillar was silent
And so was I
I lay in the grass listening
But the caterpillar did not scream
Not even a hiss
Yet all of his body
Was melting
And rebuilding anew
How do I become brave like that small stoic creature?
When my human brain is my only teacher?
And the grass whispered
Faith
As a storm cloud brewed rain overhead
And I guess
I understood then
That’s all we get
And in the end
It won’t matter whether you stayed a ground dweller
Or chose to rise higher
It’s the wings you build
That mark you as a flyer
this was needed, entirely🌷💫
Lovely – glad it helped.
Beautiful. Thank you, Kate. We have everything inside of us to fly 🦋
Well if a caterpillar can pack it into that tiny body then I think we can pack a semblance of flight gear into our big human bodies 😊
‘…the wings you build…’ this, a thousand times, this. 🙂
Love that you love Widds
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I love what you wrote, Kate 💖
Thanks Yassy ❤️🦋
Inspirational poetry, Kate. You are just being yourself by doing what you do, and doing it so well.