Transformation

The rain came
and she thought about the butterfly
that seeks shelter till the storms pass
so it can fly once again,
The wings of her thoughts took flight
and she morphed from the cocoon of sadness
into the cosmic heights in one leap of faith,
Fluttering in lightness and grace!
Showers of butterflies tickled her heart
and she danced,
Danced to her own drums…
Danced in the mud…
Danced to the end of days…
So she can lift her clay feet off the ground
and rise above and transcend,
Up, towards the light
That resides within.