Rebirth
(a little something about transformation)
A plump green caterpillar
sticks her prickly feet
to the top of the terrarium
We feed her leaves and lavish her
with watchful eyes
while we wait
She stretches and bends
writhing her body
in anticipation
And then
it begins
The caterpillar spins her silk
snuggly around herself
tucking her figure
into a fort of fibers
a temporary disguise
A physical boundary
with a blatant command:
Do not enter.
No distractions!
No demands!
Time and space
to deconstruct her old self
Breaking her body
into new cells
A retreat
her own tiny world
with room to become
exactly who she’s been dying to be
🐛 ➡️ 🦋
Oh I love this, friend. And now I want my own cocoon. 🤣
It just got better and better as the poem progressed!