Waiting to Unfold

Inside this dark cocooned chest of mine

There’s a butterfly fluttering its wings
Incessantly, without any rhythm or flow
These wings are clumsy, and feel too big
Alien to this caterpillar.

Inside this dark cocooned chest of mine
There’s a butterfly fluttering its wings
Full of radiant colors and patterns
Just waiting for this inept mind
To open up the door
And let it soar.

-AC