Created, using some lines from the novel I've been working on. It felt so poetic when I was reading it, that I decided to make it into a poem. Enjoy!
Lepidoptera
Someone should tell the caterpillar.
Explain that these days won’t always be
shuffle and hide.
Explain that there are still better ones ahead.
Instead of scraping at the leaf.
Or chewing at the bits.
Eventually, they will have their fill.
No more countless hours,
trudging through ugly.
Combing through the hairs of this awkwardness.
Eventually, beauty will sprout from within them.
One day, they will get their wings.
We take to this life like
uninformed caterpillars,
desperately wishing we could fly.
But someone should tell the caterpillar.
