TRANSITION

Fallen butterfly
With broken wings
Disabled and destined to crawl
Like a grounded caterpillar
Slow and heavy once again
Fastened like a solid anchor
Sliding singly
To spin herself into a new chrysalis
Transitioning slowly
From damaged goods to earthly worm.
Cocooned to heal and reflect
Upon her flightless arms
Emerging regenerated
She tries each appendage
Repetitiously opening, closing
Opening, closing and opening again.
Flashing her reignited hues
And flexing her femininity
To those with a select view
Admiring her grace
Stamina and reinvention of herself.
She seeks a partner for flight alongside
Uncurling an antenna to coax
Swooping
Drifting
Dipping and looping
On a melancholy breeze
Of languid love.