The metamorphosis of a tear

A butterfly inside

grows from my heart.

The metamorphosis of a tear that fell

and hibernated there,

cocooned for years

awaiting its release.

Wings beat, confined by ribs

tearing lungs

blood flows.

Weary wings fold back,

like origami bows.

Delicate feet

begin the long ascent

towards the throat.

9-6-2005