Not to degrade the caterpillar
but there was a time I was insectoid
segmented, many-legged, slinking
only valued for my arrested potential.
We shared the same voracious appetite
he for leaves and me- the brown stuff
and each ignoble in the pursuit of need
(although, granted, there were sporadic times of joy).
But then a change.
Hibernation then transformation.
Perhaps more apt a transfiguration.
Now I would never consider myself a butterfly
(more a moth)
But now I have a chance at grace
and can mark the road of honesty
to potential happiness,
and that man I was seems a stranger.
A different person all together.
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