I once read a quote, from where I'm not sure.
It reminds me to smile, it reminds me of you.
It mentions a critter, so small yet so strong,
That blossoms, that grows, finds where it belongs.

I quite like to think that it's quite like me,
Not a moth, not a bird, not a precious young bee.
Not yet magnificent but not just a shell
Quite far to go, with the hope to do well.

I know I am foolish, just a young little lass,
With a heart full to burst, which in time may just pass.
I do know, quite sadly, to be happy is rare
So it's best just to let it take flight when it's there.

I look at my words and I blush as I'm shy,
I'm like a young caterpillar, not ready to die.
Though often it feels like I may just shatter,
I think and I read and I see what matters.

I wrap myself up in my own lilac cocoon
Hoping that I will transform fairly soon.
Though I know that is wishful I'm keen to believe
That there's more to this life than the birds and the bees.