The Colorful Butterfly

By [Wow Genius]

In shadows deep, I curled so tight,

A prison dark, no hint of light.

The world outside felt far away,

I dreamed of skies, but here I lay.

Through silent nights and heavy days,

I learned to wait in hidden ways.

My walls were firm, yet taught me well,

That growth can bloom inside a shell.

At last, the day — a gentle tear,

The sun, the breeze, the open air.

With trembling wings, I faced the sky,

No longer bound — I dared to fly.

Now colors dance where fears had been,

A living proof of change within.

For beauty’s born through trials we face,

And flight begins in the smallest space.