What if You Are Not a Butterfly?
I think I'm more of an every day, solidly beating sturdy wings of a thing
Hey, you,
wallowing in the daily grind,
chopping wood, hauling water.
I see you.
I see your struggle,
I see your pain.
You’re like a butterfly
waiting to be born,
human potential wrapped in silky barriers,
seductively safe but ephemeral.
This is what we say.
That one day you will
break the bonds and fly away.
And you will.
But
what if you are not a butterfly?
What if your wings are not
kaleidoscope mosaics
but something more prosaic?
Personally,
I want to spread smiles
when I flutter,
but I think I'm more of an
every day, solidly beating
sturdy wings of a thing.
A little plain,
subtle hues of nondescript,
but a wee bit shiny
if you look really close.
More fuzzy and cozy
than curated selfie
if you get my drift.
I do that a lot.
Just drift.
And sometimes
I take stupid risks
and fly too close to the flames
or beat myself against the glass.
Windows, ceilings, whatever,
I'm not getting through.
But at least I keep trying,
and striving
and working through the pain,
occupying my space
with dignity,
I hope,
and a spirit that never quits.
So it’s okay.
It's okay to be a moth
in a world made for butterflies.
There's more of us than them.
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About the Creator
Maria Shimizu Christensen
Writer living my dreams by day and dreaming up new ones by night
Also, History Major, Senior Accountant, Geek, Fan of cocktails and camping
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