Somewhere deep inside of me,
there's an insect squirming
waiting for an opportunity
or a perfect morning
It laid dormant for so long,
I thought it was dead
but I was dead wrong,
it chose to be hidden instead
I would get a glimpse of it
Somedays, I would cover it up
I tried to forget about it
but it was never enough
One day it just emerged,
quite by mistake
right on the verge of its big break
It struggled inside of me,
I could feel it writhe
It wanted to be free,
I could sense it try
What could this insect be?
It was a butterfly