Personification

Effortlessly gliding is how a butterfly is imagined, but this time the image would be quite different. This butterfly’s wings were ragged and bore a variety of holes. She struggled to stay in flight. With every gust of wind, she was set back tremendously due to her holes. As night had begun to fall, the wind grew stronger. Where was the light? Will she ever find it? It was as if the wind had a mind of its own and its main focus was to keep the butterfly down. She continued her journey, battling with the wind, fighting against her conscience, who desperately, wanted to turn back. Then, suddenly, there was the light. It was not too far ahead. Her journey was almost over, but as she began to form to the patterns of the wind, a gust blew her back knocking her into a tree. She plummeted to the ground into a puddle beneath her. She laid in the water, all motivation lost. There she was completely helpless and inferior to the wind. She could not fly with wet wings, let alone with her holes.

Suddenly, the light changed its focus. The rays turned toward her, slowly evaporating the puddle that submerged her, but why? As the water dried, so did her wings, but her motivation still remained loss for maybe if she tried again the wind would regain its power over her. She decided to continue to lay where the puddle once was, repeatedly thinking back to how she landed there. What was the point in trying if you knew you were most likely going to fail?

Unfortunately, she was growing hungrier by the minute, But was was she to do? She studied her surroundings in search of a nectarous group of flowers and about a foot away she spotted a single flower. There it stood bright yellow amongst the monotonous greens and browns of the forest. Was this her chance to prove herself again?

She rose to her feet and begun to spread her wings. She flapped her wings a couple times to prepare for flight, but then she realized she had already begun to flutter. Which was unusual due to her holes. It usually, took her a couple of flaps before she even gained the momentum to flutter. Therefore, she decided to glimpsed at her wings and as she looked her holes slowly began to fill and her wings flooded with color. Next thing she knew, the flower stood right in front of her. Was this a sign?

Suddenly, her body began to surge with courage. She began to move once again and flailed her wings vivaciously against the wind. She dived down into the flower and began to consume the nectar. Soon after, she felt strength flooding back into her body. It was as if she began to glow and all eyes were on her, though there was no one to be found.

Gradually, she felt the rays of light warming her wings, giving her an overwhelming sense of determination toward her goal, getting out of the forest. She flew into the currents of the wind with a new profound confidence. She was no longer intimidated by the wind. Instead, she was superior to the wind. There was no more hiding within a colorless, empty shell. It was time for her colors to not only shine but to be seen.

Suddenly, the arch of light was upon her, one more flap and she would be leaving the forest, hopefully, forever, but she decided to glance back. Her eyes went directly to the spot in which she had, previously, laid, vulnerable and helpless. All she could do was look into the warm glow of the light and be thankful that she was leaving her old, vulnerable self behind.