Butterfly, The Creature Of Change And Survival

I grow,
I struggle,
I am not nurtured,
Nor cared for,
I learn the harsh lessons,
Of Life,
Alone.

Then,
Satisfied in my growth,
Having learnt my lessons,
I gain maturity,
I am ready,
For change.

I build walls,
Around myself,
To protect,
This change,
For change I must.

I hang,
Waiting patiently,
Change must occur,
For what else is left?

I push now,
I am impatient,
I have waited,
Long enough,
It is time.
I’ll show this world,
That I can survive.

One side of me,
Is exposed to the world,
Then another,
Slowly at first,
For I do not wish to shock,
Only to dazzle.

Released am I,
Free,
Free to show myself,
In all my glory,
In all my splendor.

For I have changed,
I am now,
Who I’m meant to be,
I am finally me.

So, fear not change,
It comes naturally,
Be brave,
Learn well,
And when,
The time comes,
Be free.

by Aisha Sherazi

Comments (9)

This spoke to me thank you for creating such an impactful poem
Beautifully written with well chosen details creating an atmosphere
It was great and well done Regards
Aisha, a brilliant example of how change can be a glorious thing. Great poem... very inspiring! ! Brian
I have always been fascinated by butterflies.Their beauty is fragile and may exist only for a day, but what joy they give to the soul while they are living..We are told there is a time for everything. I am glad there is a time for butterflies.Wonderful poem. Warm regards, Sandra
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