Wings of satin gossamer
lie still at her side,
waiting to catch uplifting currents
to soar free, unfettered,
able to glide higher and higher
spiraling to undreamed of heights.

The time is soon.
She has fought through the
cocoon binding which
encased her,
holding her close . . .
bound, confined, stultified.

Patience is needed,
she has done the footwork
and needs only wait
a bit longer
before the winds to freedom
carry her to a flower
of her own choosing,
to meet her destiny
with courage and pride.

To be the butterfly
she was always destined
to become.


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