Butterfly
When I began, I was a caterpillar
I stuffed myself with knowledge,
Learned everything I could about the world,
An eight year old reading books about the titanic and how
a mummy's brian was pulled through its nose before burial.
Now, I am nothing.
A mix of ideas and beliefs trapped inside a silky cacoon
I destroy myself, and everything I think I know
Shifting and changing I rebuild myself
Only to dissolve once again
I leave only my mind intact
In the future, I hope
I will learn to like one of the forms I create
And escape this cacoon
I hope
I will learn to spread my wings
And show my beauty to the world.
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