The caterpillar is sad as it crawls along the way,
And it looks for its purpose in every single day,
But what kind of purpose can a caterpillar be,
When barriers and hate keep it from being free,
But the day comes when it must choose to die,
To the form that it was if it ever wants to fly,
It comes out of the cocoon with beautiful wings,
and it glories in the joy and freedom that brings,
Now it flies above the hate that bound it to the ground,
And has beauty and freedom that is quite profound,
I am the caterpillar who was living so sad,
Looking for purpose in the life that I had,
Living in a form in which I didn't belong,
In a body not mine that just felt wrong,
And like the caterpillar I had to choose to die,
To all that I knew if I wanted to fly,
But I came out the other side with beautiful wings,
And I bask in the glory of all that that brings,
The moral of my story is like the caterpillar we evolve,
And the changes can be beautiful as they revolve,
But change isn't easy and often comes with pain,
Sometimes it's all you can do to just stay sane,
But don't be afraid of the cocoon of change, though it may be frightening, mysterious and strange,
Cause the life that you find on the other side,
Is a beautiful reality in which to abide,
Be you.
