Butterflown

This binding little chrysalis was once
The happy home they always wanted;
Never did they think to leave it.
Then one day, something happened.
Their ordered little world became a prison;
Escape became their only hope,
Their only goal, their only option…
Their only battle.

The struggle ended violently,
Their former homes destroyed with nothing left
But shreds of efforts past and present
Barely recognizable.
Then, from the wreckage
Multicolored canopies reached up
And billowed in the gentle breeze,
Lifting them to heights they never knew
Or dreamed they’d ever see.

Now, free at last, they launch themselves
And flee from their cocoons,
Never to return…
As life begins for real.