Living like a butterfly
Before the egg there was the thought
and the egg became a caterpillar
which led a good life until
it began to spin a cocoon
turning its outside into an inside.
And then one day the inside turned
into the outside as a butterfly.
A constantly changing morphology.
last week I heared the writer Mark Nepo on the radio-podcast http://www.soundstrue.com/
,very intrigued I searched more and found on his blog this poem ,
Thinking Like a Butterfly
February 28th, 2012 by Mark Nepo
Monday I was told I was good.
I felt relieved.
Tuesday I was ignored.
I felt invisible.
Wednesday I was snapped at.
I began to doubt myself.
On Thursday I was rejected.
Now I was afraid.
On Saturday I was thanked
for being me. My soul relaxed.
On Sunday I was left alone
till the part of me that can’t
be influenced grew tired of
submitting and resisting.
Monday I was told I was good.
By Tuesday I got off the wheel.
