Little Caterpillar

To follow yesterday’s piece Cocooned

Photo by Easter Ellen

Little caterpillar low on the ground

Trapped on your belly, crawling around

Seeing the world from the mud down below

You scamper and scurry with so many feet

Void of direction and feeling defeat

Never thinking your destination is more than you know

You take note of the birds and ponder the sky

A soul-haunting dream – oh that you could fly

The world is so big and then there’s just one little you

Sadly you scurry –  too many directions

Surviving your minutes and lacking protection

To not get trampled or picked; to just make it through

You are tired and weary, the days are so long

Your ears are atuned to a far-away song

So high in the trees, these birds sing out your name

You ignore it forever, but weariness wins,

You climb up the tree burdened with sins

To come up and visit, to rest a while from life’s game

Knowing nothing but dirt, you start the ascent

But your poor tired body is horribly spent

Your eyes are half closed and you feel as if you’re near dead

You slip into the darkness and welcome the cave

As you leave your tomorrows, ever so brave

Now high in the tree, rest your beautiful head

The deepest of sleeps has taken you now

The world left behind you, you’ve had your last bow

But sweet dreams of freedom sing louder, calling you near

You awake to realize you are chained in this cave

You struggle to free your self – ever so brave

If only you hadn’t awoken, sleep quenched your fear

You fight and you toil pushing hard with your force

Regretting the day that you changed to this course

Is this all that there is, this bondage-filled fate?

Yet the sun bursts through in a glorious stream!

A crack in the cave wall as if in a dream

So close to breaking out that you hardly can wait.

Away falls your prison, you are free now to crawl..

But wait, what is this, you’re not crawling at all

Beautiful wings envelope you, way up in that tree!

Oh my, that you would try to soar

You lift off, take flight, you see so much more.

Your every dream fulfilled after your toil

Things look different from where you are now

Hope crowns your tomorrows, joy lifts your brow

No more life in the dirt,  you are far from the soil

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9 thoughts on “Little Caterpillar”

    1. 🙂 I see the name of your blog and it is wonderful. Thank you for your kind comment. I wrote this poem for my eldest daughter who does not see the beauty that is inside and out.. it does take courage, as your blog name suggests.
      Bless you lots and thank you again 🙂
      Easter

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    1. Thank you so very much, I really appreciate you taking the time to look and I was very fortunate to capture that picture last year. I was so happy that it didn’t fly away from me

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    1. 🙂 Thank you for your kindness.. It was difficult to write this, but I had hoped it would give her hope. She cried when I first read it to her and every time since, but it has not changed her direction. Yet.
      Bless you lots and lots and have a wonderful night,
      Easter

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