Its the last day of National Poetry Month. Congratulations to everyone who participated in NaPoWriMo! You are my heroes. I couldn't even begin to write 30 poems in 30 days. Since my state of mind prevented me from writing anything this month, I decided to repost something I wrote a couple of years ago for which I never came up with a title.
Everyone hopes that after hard times
They will emerge from the cocoon
A beautiful butterfly, full of grace
Resting atop flowers
And dancing through the trees
But what happens if
You emerge from the cocoon
A moth with tattered wings
Still lost and confused
No purpose, no direction
Flitting from light to light
And flame to flame
Getting burned by each one
Is a moth destined to stay a moth?
Or can a moth become a butterfly?
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