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
