Butterfly

Butterfly
I peek out of a tiny hole In my cocoonWondering how they do it -Like they've never knownThis blanket of doubt Or ugly wings.They fly,They inspireWhy does it feel like I have to workHarder?I've glimpsed my coloursI know they're there.For this time in the dark,I'm going to make them shineSo bright they seem effortless.Perhaps that's what the othersAre doing.
Copyright LJ Ireton 2018