Still Travelling
(One day the butterfly will fly)
Once a brightly coloured caterpillar
Enjoyed life beneath the sun;
Filled by what life gave her
She felt like number one
Then one day ‘IT’ came, IT began to tie her down
IT said “your journey’s path changes nowIts time to wear my crown”
So deep within ‘IT’s darkest of cocoon
She lay motionless for a while
Then learning to live with her fate,
She practiced the weakest smile.
For she had had to go deep within
To remember who she was in days gone by,
And there she found an inner peaceful place
That was happy, loved and wise
She learnt to be a witness of that darkness deep inside,
And whilst watching her emotions from a distance
She began to realize
That she had now reclaimed the dark and blackness,
IT did not seem to bother her so deep
Perhaps there was some meaning to it like the blackness whilst you sleep.
So she began to take charge of her existence,
There seemed to be a plan divine,
She accepted that the darkness was part of her particular journey’s line
Then a blue sky of enlightenment descended over her
On the journey towards the bright morning star
Of the horizoned sky:
That the strength gained through the darkness
Could teach this butterfly to fly.