Butterfly

by Robin Bagley

I hesitate as the breeze lightly catches me and I rise above the ground.

I am bewildered and afraid by this change taking place in my body.

From a lowly caterpillar, some would say the lowest of God’s creations,

to a beautiful butterfly.

So many questions. Why did I get another chance?

Do I deserve another chance?

Stop questioning—I will never know all the answers.

I’ve only known one way for such a long time—

it was comfortable; it was safe;

I couldn’t fail when nothing else was expected of me.

This new me is uncomfortable—it is a risk;

I could fail, for now I expect things of myself.

It’s too late to go back. I can’t survive as I once did.

I would die.

I’m afraid—but I want to explore new paths now open to me.

God has given me another chance. I am a miracle.

I lean back as the breeze swirls around me. I am afraid.

I reach out as far as I can— daring; risking.

The wind fills my wings.

I soar.

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