Butterfly

My friend John writes poetry (datbury.blogspot.com), and has inspired me to dig up some poetry I wrote a few years ago.I wrote this poem about 4 or 5 years ago...I just found it, while going through some stuff and thought I'd share...it's not the greatest, but it's what I was feeling at the time...Enjoy :)

Butterfly

Slowly emerging
from the cocoon
that I've been
living in
all my life.

Cautiously peeking
my head out
into the world.
Is it safe?
Will I survive?

Slowly breaking free
of all that binds me,
yet holding on
ever so tightly toa
ll I can't let go of.

Stretching out my wings
for the very first time,
letting go of things
not meant to be
held on to.

I take off slowly-
looking back...wondering if I should
go backto my
safe
warm
cocoon.

Am I ready?
Will I make it?

I start to fly.
Soaring,
letting the wind
carry me higher
than I've ever been.
I look back
and see my cocoon.
SMALLER, Smaller, smaller
I can barely see it.

I look forward and
see the world.
I look at all that surrounds
me, and see
possibilities.