he
was different
even in moments when he was the same
he
was the same
even in moments where he couldnt decide
if he was a caterpillar
or a butterfly
his cocoon
had been comfortable
and these wings were cumberson
but he knew that he needed to fly
and hopefully someday his wings would be kissed by the sun
but today
it was raining
and the weight of every drop pushed him further away from everything he desired
he knew
the rain was just as needed as the sun
and strawberries needed his kiss
just so they could grow
he
was different
even in moments
when the weight of the world would be effected
by the push of the wind around his flight
he wanted to fly
he needed to fly
but he was afraid
he had grown comfortable in his cocoon
he had never needed wings before
he was content
caterpillars dont have to fly
he wasnt afraid of heights
as much as he was
afraid of falling
he had fallen before
and getting up is just as hard as landing
caterpillars dont have to fly
but he wanted to fly
he needed to fly
but flying
would require him to let go
and trust
that the rain wouldnt last forever
and that his wings
would effect the tides
and that his kiss would pollinate the world
and his heart
would protect him if he ever fell again
he was different
even in moments when things seemed the same
he
wasnt just a caterpillar with wing
he
was a butterfly
he was different
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