The title of this post was our first writing prompt in class tonight. We had to choose an object in nature we felt represented us and had about seven minutes to write about it. My piece is very stream-of-consciousness-y so read on if you wish.
I am a butterfly. Actually, I am becoming a butterfly. I am not sure where I am in the process of becoming. Chrysalis? Larva? Pupa? I am not sure where I am. I am no longer dormant. I am, most certainly, becoming. I want to be a butterfly but I also fear it. Butterflies are beauty and freedom but their time on earth is brief. Can I live a whole lifetime in an eye blink?
I am a butterfly...becoming.