IMPERFECTLY PERFECT

 

In her haste to enjoy light;

The butterfly swirled out of her cocoon

Darkness was scary, it seemed like ages 

"Let me push myself out, I wont live here anymore"

       There were roses outside; charming and lovely

       They were fragnant, and their honey delicious

       Thats what she heard, but non warned about the thorns

       Out she came, her eyes on a red radiant rose 

 Indulged in its beauty and aura

Out of thirst, she yearned for the rose 

To be loved, pampered and nourished 

Her pain and sorrow will soon fade away

       As she flew towards, she felt a pricking pain 

       Her wings are being pulled, and now her pretty wings torn

       She is now caught among the thorns ..

Fear gripped her, She cannot fly anymore...

The other butteflies flying above her with pity

She looked at herself; at her deformity 

                 And wondered "was it better inside my cocoon?

                 Darkness was my shade; But in light there are shadows

                 Will I be forever labelled as 'imperfect' ?

                Or will His mercies make me whole again? ''