Butterfly

Sketched this at work today. Am adding this lil juvenile-sort of a poem titled 'Butterfly' that I wrote more than 3 years ago.


















Here it goes:

She’s raw,
She's so true

She’ll wriggle,
Out of her cocoon

She’ll grow her wings,
She’ll be beautiful

She’ll flap her wings,
And break through.

This sketch and the poem take me back in time and I am reminded of all the numerous experiences that stirred me up enough to create a certain kind of chaos that eventually led/is leading to a spill-out of much that was/has been in excess and gave/is giving way for some new.

The journey forward feels beautiful now! Cause am also begining to adopt and love the new:-)