This Butterfly Business

"You leave us crying over postcards from Mexico. Baby, you're never far enough away."

"I take a breath. Take a breath with me, blow by blow. I take a break, take a break from you. You are here to stay. I take my heart out of my chest. I just don't need it anymore."


This Butterfly Business

Remember that time I made some discoveries, which were
somewhat painful but resulted in Personal Growth?
Remember those teachable moments
when I got thoroughly teach-ed?

To get through those times
I carried around a tried-and-true sort of metaphor.

I thought, "I will go through this time of Darkness
And emerge colorful,
with byzantine scars like delicate patterns
on my florid wings.
I will manifest with lepidopteran grace."

But then it so happened that
I cocooned and when I finished cocooning
I emerged, and yes, I was stronger and more
composed and might have been called a butterfly.
But I screwed up again. In almost no time
I was back in Darkness.
I have to say, in none of my elementary school
life science classes did my teacher say, "And then
the butterfly goes back into her cocoon."

At this juncture, there are only two options.

Either I am still a caterpillar, with no
idea about the true magnitude of the trials
I have thus far faced on account of caterpillars
have poor eyesight so maybe I just really
over-dramatized whatever I was going through, and
the real time of darkness is yet to come and
it is probably going to blow my mind when it does,

Or I need to find a new metaphor.