“Beautiful Metamorphosis” Fiction. Based on a True Process of Change.

“Hold on, don’t give up…the fact that you’re staying alive, that is the most important thing. That you will be alive for that inevitable process of change.” Elsa Kennedy

“Beautiful Metamorphosis”

Fiction. Based on a True Process of Change.

by Starry Teller

This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional.

Just like the butterfly starts out so small
Incapable of flying or living at all,
I entered the world like a small, round egg,
With big brown eyes, and chubby little legs.

It wasn’t long until I reached the larva stage and
Danced and laughed too loudly for my age.
I sought out the world, intensely and full,
Living in the full freedom of being a little girl.

You taught me about stars on warm summer nights
And sang to me when I stayed awake with fright.
Telling stories until I fell asleep,
Your voice still resonates with the sounds I keep.

I grew to think and distinguish truth from lie
But was that knowledge ever mine?
For what I heard and saw and knew
Was only what I learned from you.

For a long time I’ve been in the pupa phase
Not ready for the reality of day.
I thought I was ready to state my own name,
But I’ve been disillusioned to that claim.

I ask life questions and hear no reply:
“What is the meaning of life before I die?”
My chrysalis spins around on stormy nights.
The wind and rain threaten my fragile life.

And though I don’t feel ready, it is my time to fly.
The new objective is to defy
The heavy gravity anchoring me down,
And leave behind life on the ground.

Though its wings are small and frail,
The butterfly can fly through rain and gales.
And while it lives intensely—and vibrantly no less,
The butterfly faces inevitable death.

As butterflies live voraciously,
Their colors catch our eyes.
But they only have so long before the home they make
Becomes the earth and not the sky.

But before my time comes to return to the ground,
I revel in the flight I’ve found.
Change in life is an inevitable process,
So I will embrace my beautiful metamorphosis.

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