” The Story of a Butterfly”

“The Story of a Butterfly”

Butterflies start out as an egg that develops over time

While all the while, there is something so beautiful inside.

The process of transformation is painful yet so fascinating

They develop over time, steady and unchanging

Burrowing themselves up, wrapped in a cocoon

No one can do it for them, it cant be rushed too soon

They sit in the dark for a while, protected and alone

Which is a temporary process until they full maturity is known

While inside these times are lonely, they experience growing pains

They even have a protective shell, shielding then from the rain

It is during this process, they dont look so appealing

But even though you cant see it yet, to the process they are yielding

No one can do it for them, no one can intervene

Once the process is complete, they evolve and are seen

Taking ownership for themselves, steady and unchanging

But they are in their cocoons, growing and rearranging

Knowing beyond a doubt, their full beauty will be revealed

They will develop wings to fly, in which no one can steal

Can you imagine what it’s like to be in There for so very long?

But when shield their skin, they sing a brand new song

They must flap their wings for awhile, resting in between

That way they can strengthen themselves to fly and be seen

Once their strong enough to fly you can’t get in their way

They just long to flutter around, being admired for their beauty every day

If you have ever tried to capture one they simply can’t be managed

Their fight of flight kicks in, and their wings could become damaged

You have to let them be , for that’s what God created

I am this butterly, we are definitely related.

I’m not sure which stage I’m in somewhere in between

I catch glimpes of my independence and try to strengthen these wings

Sometimes I’m struggling at other times I sing

It wont be too long until I take full flight

Every day is a challenge, every day a new fight

To continue to be brave in the grace that God strengthens me

For when I’m done this process, that butterfly I will be

I’m a free spirit that can not be tamed

Can’t be managed or captured,for that would be strange

I just want to be me, not sure what that entails

But for now my wings are being strengthened and I’m very frail