Always a Caterpillar

To get to the other side
and earn my wings…
The mantra kept me going.

Through the dark night
I dreamt of what colors would decorate my wings
after the transformation

What might it feel like
to fly…
And land on a flower?

I will stay in my cocoon
Until the moment arrives
for the transformation.

I can be patient
and earn my wings…
I tell myself as the tears fall.

And when the tears stopped falling
And the night in fact ended,
I looked for the transformation.

But no color was found
and I still couldn’t fly…
Or glimpse an other side.

Always a caterpillar
And never a butterfly
I now get used to saying.