Chrysalis

The caterpillar resting on the stem of a plant Anchored itself with its silk thread and Waited and waited for time to pass, Resting for nature to run its course. The caterpillar turned into a chrysalis And hung on the stem blowing in the breeze. The chrysalis warmed in the sun’s golden rays And slowly things began to change. The chrysalis opens and a butterfly emerges From the debris and stands on the stalk Slowly enlarging its wings waiting patiently For time to pass before taking its place in the world. How often do we change from being a caterpillar Into a butterfly? What causes people to change? How often have we said, ‘you’re not the same person’ When we let the trials of life to overtake us. Life changes all the time; one minute we are One person, the next somebody else. Complex Changes on our psyche can make us Morph into new personalities for good or evil.