The Butterfly

I found a cocoon for a soul bird that might fly in unknown skies.

One day an opening appeared and I was made to sit and watch for several weeks as she struggled to force her new body through the birth canal.

Then she stopped.
Appearing stuck.

I tried to help with a pair of scissors.
I cut open the cocoon.
The soul bird emerged easily.

But something was strange, she had a swollen body and shrivelled wings.
I watched expecting her to take shape, but nothing changed.

What emerged
stayed the same.

What emerged
could not fly.

In my haste for change.

I did not realise that the struggle to get through the small opening of the cocoon was nature’s way of forcing fluid from the transformed body of my old self into wings for flight into unknown skies.

The process of transformation cannot be forced.

We struggle until we no longer need to.

Aisha Wolfe