Of a Caterpillar Who Got Stuck in Her Cocoon
by anonymous
Not able to cope with being a sad crawling caterpillar, Milla the caterpillar decided to finally turn into a butterfly. She was very late at her transition as all her other caterpillar friends were already flying around making her envy with their gorgeous wings.
Mila: My time is running out. All my friends have beautiful wings worthy of being posted without instagram filters, careers high in the skies, families and baby caterpillars, and I might be past my time to fly altogether.
Mila decided to waive her cocoon as fast as she could, but it was difficult as her cocoon wasn’t made out of proper materials – it simply wasn’t the time for pure caterpillar silk to come out - but rather out of threads of sadness and anxiety she felt for not transforming and for being very disappointed at her caterpillar failures.
Milla: I must force the process as it might be my last chance. Better to do something than always regret not doing a thing.
So when the cocoon was finally done, she didn’t begin her transformation but rather got stuck. She waited and waited for months for her wings to finally started growing, but instead saw her body shrinking and turning moldy-grey. Finally, her friend Dug the bug cut the cocoon open as it started to stink of sadness into all insect kingdom, and saw mila transform into something much worse than she was. He gave her tea and kindness, and soon she accepted her fate of always staying a caterpillar.
Milla: Life is not so bad on the ground. I can see all the tiny grass and morning dew down here. I can enjoy smallest things no one else notices. Sun will never burn me down here, I can always hide in the shadow. Plenty of good juicy food and comfort. And besides, life isn’t about flying high, but rather just about living and enjoying the journey, isn’t it?
A year past, and one spring morning mila noticed something weird happening to her body, silky treads were coming out of her heart wrapping her in warmth and gentleness. That’s how mila’s true transformation began.
Poem:
trans-formation
between one state and the other
between one door and another
lies loneliness
friends transforming into missed calls and bailing out
lovers transforming into bitternes and mistakes
family transforming into memories and goodbyes
is my transformation supposed to taste sour?
and make me want to vomit
all the food I shouldn't eat and all the dissappointment it brings?
is it my new eating disorder?
my new nervous breakdown?
my new nervous breathrough...
trans-formation
losing face and faith and hope and being whole
yearning for creation
earning for creation
but being stuck
between one door and another
lies fear
of not moving, of staying, of going, of hellos and goodbyes
of words of lies
of words that lie
that make me unable to write this poem
about
trans-formation
Mila: My time is running out. All my friends have beautiful wings worthy of being posted without instagram filters, careers high in the skies, families and baby caterpillars, and I might be past my time to fly altogether.
Mila decided to waive her cocoon as fast as she could, but it was difficult as her cocoon wasn’t made out of proper materials – it simply wasn’t the time for pure caterpillar silk to come out - but rather out of threads of sadness and anxiety she felt for not transforming and for being very disappointed at her caterpillar failures.
Milla: I must force the process as it might be my last chance. Better to do something than always regret not doing a thing.
So when the cocoon was finally done, she didn’t begin her transformation but rather got stuck. She waited and waited for months for her wings to finally started growing, but instead saw her body shrinking and turning moldy-grey. Finally, her friend Dug the bug cut the cocoon open as it started to stink of sadness into all insect kingdom, and saw mila transform into something much worse than she was. He gave her tea and kindness, and soon she accepted her fate of always staying a caterpillar.
Milla: Life is not so bad on the ground. I can see all the tiny grass and morning dew down here. I can enjoy smallest things no one else notices. Sun will never burn me down here, I can always hide in the shadow. Plenty of good juicy food and comfort. And besides, life isn’t about flying high, but rather just about living and enjoying the journey, isn’t it?
A year past, and one spring morning mila noticed something weird happening to her body, silky treads were coming out of her heart wrapping her in warmth and gentleness. That’s how mila’s true transformation began.
Poem:
trans-formation
between one state and the other
between one door and another
lies loneliness
friends transforming into missed calls and bailing out
lovers transforming into bitternes and mistakes
family transforming into memories and goodbyes
is my transformation supposed to taste sour?
and make me want to vomit
all the food I shouldn't eat and all the dissappointment it brings?
is it my new eating disorder?
my new nervous breakdown?
my new nervous breathrough...
trans-formation
losing face and faith and hope and being whole
yearning for creation
earning for creation
but being stuck
between one door and another
lies fear
of not moving, of staying, of going, of hellos and goodbyes
of words of lies
of words that lie
that make me unable to write this poem
about
trans-formation