The folded winged butterfly
Shook and struggled
On her way out of her cocoon!
Dark were the nights
She remained waiting
For the dawn of her release
Shrouded with fragile layer
Of hope, but she hold on
to it with an iron zeal. It’s life
or death. Emerging triumphantly
Spreading magnificent wings
Towards her new being, changed
grown stronger, the newly born
Butterfly began to fly. Down where
She was writing her new beginning,
I saw drops of blood. I looked up
And understood. Even butterflies
Bleed towards a better, magnificent
New beginnings! Why don’t we?!
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