ButterflyA Poem by light and ashes
I suppose a butterfly will become a butterfly if that is what it is meant to be, but how long does it take for it to grow wings?
How do I molt out of this fear? How does a caterpillar become a butterfly, and how is it so patient? How does it wait so long? How do I feed my soul in this stage of life? What do I feed it? When does pain become beauty? When does the stretching end, and how do I make it until then? When do stretch marks become beauty marks? Pain and despair have been my womb, but I am determined they will not be my grave. There will be a new birth. © 2021 light and ashesReviews
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