October 14, 2024
Butterfly
I came out as a premature girl
Could compare to a worm
Was small but not cute, not pretty enough
Had no image of a human being
My whole being was not formed
Little by little, every cell
Every part was just about to form
Came out as a package filled with
Flaws, was perfectly imperfect
Had no colour, was only skin and bones
This little form of flesh
Was rejected when it was about to form
But its creator didn't give up
This little one had to go through lot of
Transformation and its not
Yet fully transformed
Like every worm has its story
Who was not very beautiful but it was
Just being itself
Felt every flaws, tasted every pain
Know its not PERFECT but I hope you see
Its WORTH
Like a caterpillar
Felt rejected from the start
Was not given a choice to live
Even though this tiny flesh had
Been rejected but had never
forgotten to smile,
She always had that when she was
Rejected before entering into this world
Surely will rise like a butterfly
Who is filled with lot of colours
Will forget all her past, but will be one of
Its kind just like every butterfly is
Whose not perfect
But will never forget
Its way from where it
Came from
And its
Worth.