My Pain, Made Me, A Butterfly

Had lived to death, life’s hackneyed hue
And stowed myself, in my fears’ cocoon
My rainbow had, all shades of blue
Color blind was I, or bliss-immune!

Not a window, in my cul-de-sac, nor door
Never cared to seek, uncalled-for woes
When I made death, life’s new metaphor
Cut down my size, to my fate’s ethos!

Was it pain’s urge, soul’s evolution?
That renovated me, to a sublime form
Dead-wearied heart, of hibernation
Learnt to dare my fear, to transform!

I broke out of my, hallowed shell
In hues galore, that glorify
Fortitude’s triumph, and dread’s death knell
My Pain, Made Me, A Butterfly!

© 2017 Vikas Chandra

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