butterfly

I guess the best part is the liberation, really, the open-your-arms acceptance of a journey that sends you up, up, upwards--

shooting you up rather than pushing you down, singing between your ears and opening your mouth like cool air. at first the feeling is subtle, a growth that is painful and begs to be dismissed like an itch, but somewhere along the way a switch is turned and your eyes open wider than they did before and you realize the growth is exactly what you're here for, exactly what you've been begging for, the progress you want to see, that you're constantly in a state of change for the better or the worse and

this time,

THIS TIME,

it's for the better and reaching your goals is only half of the satisfaction, the craving for different subsides as you pass through a time that seems a little lighter, more flowers, maybe someone waiting for you as you're breaking through, unraveling your cocoon, trying to lift your wet wings but they're sticking together

and through all this you realize that the breaking through, the lifting, the sticking, it's your strongest moment and you'll never be this strong again, that once it's over you'll be just as fragile as you were when you started, but instead of on the ground you'll be in the air and you'll see things differently--

but here, with your dripping wings and your sore legs you'll realize that you have everything you need to get there, that you've inched yourself here and now it's time, and you'll never be as determined or as strong or as patient as you are in this moment,

waiting,

anticipating,

chasing the sky.