They have pushed and pulled and tugged ’til not a thing remains in sacred state,
‘Til not a thing remains but wretched hate,
‘Til not a thing but evil lies in wait.
Cocoon. Protected from hazards, but fragile at best,
Idle in some blatant rest,
My patience served and put to test.
Still waiting for the those bullies to take their games and stow them away,
Please, I beg you, no pain today,
No hisses of profanity, no bitter dismay.
Apple falls from a crooked tree, gravity weighs me down,
It’s time to unleash, time to hit ground,
I know this scent, I’m sky bound.
No longer contained, no longer held back,
I break through this barrier’s minuscule crack,
I’m set to attack.
Vanessa annabella, monarch of the day and overseer of the night,
I am butterfly, I arch my amber wings and take flight.