I Am...

I AM…

I was a caterpillar

Each day I existed; my life meaningless and without purpose

All I had was a desire to eat

I bit into Satan’s apple and thought it sweet

 

I was a caterpillar

When the apple turned rotten in my mouth I knew change was needed

Nature brought me back to myself

The process was long, painful, and time marched on

 

I was a caterpillar

But today, I am changed

Today I am full of life

Today I am full of happiness

Today I am full of love

Today I am God’s proof of second chances

Today I am made new

 

I am a butterfly

This poem is about: 
Me

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