From a crawling caterpillar
Emerges the illusive butterfly on silent wing.
Seeing the world as if for the first time
Seeing all from a new perspective
Admittedly, she'd been a caterpillar far too long
Staying close to the earth, always fearing
Now knowing glory consists not in never
But rising every time they fall.
So many things new inside and out
Her life and the view of the world she has
Kindred souls are they
The illusive butterfly and her
They want to fly free of their cocoon
Body, soul, heart and spirit
Waiting to take flight when all is right
Her turn to get back in the race.
To continue this marathon called life
Persuading herself to believe
A living heart must hold onto hope
When all else has been forsaken