When I was young, I wrote a poem about wanting to be a butterfly. I was teased because a butterfly only lives for a very short amount of time. However, maybe that still rings true. Perhaps I want to be a unique sort of butterfly whose life stages last for years and years.
Up until a year or so ago, I was just a caterpillar going along taking in the world and learning more about myself and the type of person I want to be. Now I have entered into a type of chrysalis, where I am meditating on my future.
In my poem, I said that I wanted to be free to fly, to go where I wanted to go and be who I wanted to be. Someday I will reach that stage and I can fly free without worrying what others think of me.
For now, I have to meditate on what will make me happy.
Here is the poem I wrote today:
The river flows
I met you years ago
Meant to be it would seem
All was great
We had our trials
Through it all we survived
The river flows
Our love grew, was sealed and spread
Metamorphosis began
Like a butterfly
Change
