The Poem That Changed The World
“The Butterfly”
by Bruce Backman
I’m enslaved in what’s known as
“my world”
Oh I know I could become something of
Beauty
But my comfort in my discomfort
Keeps me in my tight little womb
Oh I can squirm and move and feel like I make a
Difference
Like I am an important
Component in the cogs
Of the Universal timepiece
Though down in the depths
Of truest
Understanding
I know I am important in
“my world”
But
“my world” is
Small
My space is barely larger than
Infinitesimally small
I have wings I know and
Yet
There is no room to spread
I cannot fly
My wings fill more than the space
I consume
I need more space
I must break out of
“my world”
Somewhere beyond my innermost reach
Is an
Understanding
“my world” is
My prison
My way is
No way
Left to me
I stay forever
Trapped with wings folded
Unable to spread
To soar
To fly
To be free
Oh God free this wretched
Life from its own
Smallness
Break the womb
The cocoon
Open
Open
Open
I can taste the
Freedom of
Soaring
Gliding
Flying
I stretch my wings
They dry
I wait
I now understand
“my world”
My womb
My tomb
Would become
My death
Until
The life
The love
The beauty
Yours
Freed Me
To fly
To soar
To live
And laugh
To Love
The beauty of becoming…
“The Butterfly”