I wonder if butterflies are suicidal
Before you laugh
Think about their creation

From eggs to a worm
To nesteling in a cocoon
Before flapping their beauty
To inspire smiles and peace.

No parental guide
Just alive
Hunting life
By spreading wings…

They thrive on blooming flowers
But are they alive?
Alive to be part of a decorated sky

Maybe that’s why they cling on
When they land on your fingers
Feeling body heat must be new

How do you just fly wandering around
Like a butterfly
Being amazingly beautiful
But not whole

What if a butterfly
Breaks out of it’s cocoon
Without ever learning how to be a butterfly

I wonder
When a butterfly
Realizes they are beauty
And the smile of the world
Written by Raheelle_Bhaggan
Author's Note
This poem is written with the idea that we can be anything when born, but end up being what is wanted when we're grown. The main question asked while writing was: Can you live life in your true beauty?

The story behind the poem is found in the book "ONDERWEG" (THE PATH), out now, and available online;
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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