Butterfly
Butterfly I peek out of a tiny hole In my cocoon Wondering how they do it - Like they've never known This blanket of doubt Or ugly wings. They fly, They inspire Why does it feel like I have to work Harder? I've glimpsed my colours I know they're there. For this time in the dark, I'm going to make them shine So bright they seem effortless. Perhaps that's what the others Are doing. Copyright LJ Ireton 2018