Jessica D. Hernandez (January 21,1992)
No longer a caterpillar strolling the streets,
but still a butterfly has not spread it’s wings,
and here I lie, suffocating in this cocoon
When I should fly off and away to fantastical things.
I twist and I turn, as I struggle to break free
I try so hard to break the bonds of this strangling silk
I spun it around me, with no desire to ever come out,
But now like a baby, I must be weaned from my milk.
and the strength is not in me to break these bonds,
these bonds were never meant to be broken at all,
but I am no longer a small caterpillar trapped in a big world,
but I am a big heart, curled up in a cocoon, unable to stand tall.
For if I stand tall, then they will see my heart,
and all that is in it, and so much more,
what if they do not like the color of my wings,
what if they rip them out and toss them to the floor.
Then I’d long to have back my comfortable cocoon
but the silk would’ve already been torn down to shame,
with no building materials capable of erasing the past
I’d sit and I’d cry, and I’d have only myself to blame.
But what if they love the bright contrasts in my wings,
and they found beauty within the way that I fly,
I’d live my whole life perfectly content with myself,
and I’d never have any reason to let out a sigh.
Still I know not how to break away,
the cocoon is strong, but I am weak,
I know not why I once longed to hide alone,
When now it is freeness that I do seek.
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