Caterpillar DelightA Poem by Kayla K"You can chase a butterfly all over the field and never catch it. But if you sit quietly in the grass it will come and sit on your shoulder."
~Author Unknown "There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly." ~Richard Buckminster Fuller "How does one become a butterfly?" she asked. "You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar." ~Anonymous "What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls the butterfly." ~Richard Bach Caterpillar delight, wings of shattered flight. Floating dreams aloft, clouds of cotton soft. Caterpillar delight, caught in webs of lies. Lost within the dark, longing for fireflies. Rainbow wings are shattered, crushed by iron fist. Scars across pale skin, mad marks of razor kissed. Kaleidoscopic vortex, swirling in the rough. Dizzying ballet dancing, hiding from the tough. Champagne sparkle shines, wishing tears away. Lines of pink decay, jagged scarred reminders, that never go away. Glitter rose crystals, jingle-jangle bangles. Sandy-toed sandals, screeching halt whistles. Caterpillar delights, dreams of paintbrush strokes. Trapped underneath, overprotective trees of oaks. Staring at the cotton clouds, sunshine caught behind. Searching for the light, that nobody can find. Hurricane cyclones, lightning forms around. Enchanting the world, leaving others spellbound. Caterpillar delight, spill out your ink. Sing a song, dawn to twilight. Bandages to fix broken wings, healing process now begins. Mascara tears may come and go. but don't get lost in blinding snow. Caterpillar delight, small and so unsure. Just have some hope, to find the cure. Don't just be a number, stand out and be a name. Everyone can make it through, even if depression came. Caterpillar delight, fixed her broken wings. Close your eyes, hear how she sings. Butterfly tornado, fierce in her manner. She has become, her own life's author. The Butterfly Project has been created for self-harmers who feel they are ready to stop and need the motivation or support to do so. A member’s hypnotherapist, who found this idea on an online blog and felt that it was a good idea that should be promoted as a distraction, has recommended it. The idea is simple. The self-harmer simply draws a butterfly on their place(s) of self-harm and, if the butterfly fades without them self-harming, it means it has lived and flown away, giving them a sense of achievement. Whereas if they do self-harm with the butterfly there; they will have to wash it off. If that does happen, they can start again by drawing a new one on. http://www.recoveryourlife.com/index.php?categoryid=148 © 2011 Kayla KReviews
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Added on June 14, 2011Last Updated on June 14, 2011 AuthorKayla KSmall town , NYAboutI'm a cyclone of myself, a caterpillar delight still finding my wings. A balloon stuck up in the clouds, no one can bring me down from my high. Shattered into pieces, be careful when you pick .. more..Writing
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