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