Slip sweetly to slumber

Assured of yourself,

Cocooned in your chamber

Hidden from self

Sit in the soup

Dissolving each day

Nothing to remember

Who you were yesterday

The days wearing on

As your skin starts to change,

A memory of crawling

To a goal in the haze

Constantly searching

To transform and fly

Now swimming in trauma

Waiting to dry

Feeling so cramped

In this old, worn out skin

Cracking and peeling

What an ugly thing!

Spreading the wings

Your dreamed up from your mind.

Feeling so real

As the breeze swirls on by

Flying so high

Transformed before eyes

At last!

I am the butterfly