Even Butterflies Bleed

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?!