Like a caterpillar, I long to be <br />Happy with my destiny <br />Childhood built on borrowed time <br />She's not so free to roam <br />Makes herself a cacoon <br />A shelter for the Alone <br />Wraps herself up in memories <br />thoughts and dreams <br />Content on learning her <br />meaning of things <br />Lingers inside till <br />She knows that she is ready <br />Her colors, her stripes, her spots <br />cover her wings that are steady <br />Emerging to face the world when <br />something tells her it's time <br />And no matter what the changes <br />She know that she will be fine <br />As she moves on <br />and gives her new freedom a try <br />she hopes that you <br />remember the caterpillar <br />inside the butterfly <br />The real beauty of the butterfly <br />Can not be seen only through eyes <br />And if you have to wonder why <br />The love for her is a bunch of lies<br /><br />Belle Contreras<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remember-her-4/
