A poem about a woman trying to emerge from her cocoon and the process of realization that was meant to be more then what the eye sees.
The emergent butterfly concept arose out of seeing a woman begging in front of Blockbuster and just thinking about the concept of who she is, what we see, who we think she is and who she thinks she is…And, the idea of her candle dimming before it’s time…What might she have been?
Struggling, Straining, Stretching
Twisting, resting, then twisting
Longing;
Tears falling;
inch by inch;
Closer and closer;
An emergent butterfly;
Trapped with in her cocoon;
Break by Break;
Closer to Freedom’s doors;
Yet, not close enough;
The butterfly cries;
Wings outstretched;
Yet, unable to fly;
She cries;
As the struggle for the taste of freedom’s milk continues.
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