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own voice.</p><p id="fbbd">But, I also know how the butterfly feels. After the process of metamorphosis.</p><p id="937d">I know the pain it feels, From letting go of its old self.</p><p id="16a4">And not knowing who this new self is, Arising.</p><p id="d7a5">Rejected, A sign of disgust.</p><p id="e3fa">I know too well the butterfly. Beauty.</p><p id="f9ef">Once it has embodied. Its radiant form.</p><p id="ddda">I know too well the melancholy. Of walking away from.</p><p id="618a">The suffering of that chrysalis. And welcoming a brand new world.</p><p id="88f4">Of adventures.</p><p id="fabd">For you can’t be a butterfly, Without being a caterpillar.</p

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I Know How A Caterpillar Feels

Original photo Image designed by author, Carla Mino.

I know how a caterpillar feels. In that dark enclosed container.

I know how heavy it feels. When it doesn’t know, Its own strength.

From the heaviness, Of being rejected by others.

I know the darkness too well. When it isolates from the world.

I know the emptiness. It goes through.

When all it hears, Is its own voice.

But, I also know how the butterfly feels. After the process of metamorphosis.

I know the pain it feels, From letting go of its old self.

And not knowing who this new self is, Arising.

Rejected, A sign of disgust.

I know too well the butterfly. Beauty.

Once it has embodied. Its radiant form.

I know too well the melancholy. Of walking away from.

The suffering of that chrysalis. And welcoming a brand new world.

Of adventures.

For you can’t be a butterfly, Without being a caterpillar.

© Carla Mino, 2023.

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