Yes, I did
spread my wings.
I did not
technically
fold into myself, as other
broken butterflies do.
Technically I was able to metamorphosize into
something new, into a
more beautiful
more fluid version of myself.
But no, I did not completely
evolve.
From grubby, slow caterpillar
to cocoon, to swan-like butterfly, I am still
clumsy, heavy
and slow.
At times I miss out
on the sweet nectar for lack of
readiness,
afraid to herald the flower
or float amongst the bees.
I am a butterfly, yes,
but inside I am still cocoon.
Still caterpillar.
Still egg.
The damage done
eons ago
still sticks to my wings
like heavy syrup, holding me
down.