Poem: Caterpillar to Butterfly

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Poem that flowed through me and was inspired by the speakers in the Almost 30 Winter Camp Event in January 2022.


Nothing left consciously behind

All the lessons kept in my open heart;

Struggling at points to see ahead 

But the certainty gets stronger with each passing day. 

Once I heard the universe rewards the brave and 

I smiled for a deep, long breath; looking ahead 

I see light, looking ahead it all gets clear and alive.

Misunderstood I might be but nothing matters

Except having and embracing my one true self.

Tingles all over my body; dancing around the wild, bright fire

I felt alive, I felt like coming home to my own heart, my soul tribe.

Letting go to transform, letting go to evolve, 

Relinquishing control, letting my higher self guide me through it all. 

Remembering the sacredness of my soul, embracing the freedom 

That I so long to hold; fear still has a hold but I am determined to let it go. 

I’ve been on a journey, caterpillar to butterfly,

The metamorphosis feels real and scary

But needed to heal, to be truly alive.

Throughout the process, love is demanding me to speak my truth,

The truth that my aching heart wishes to liberate, to soothe the wounds. 

Evolution is only natural, decomposing is evolving as we let go, 

As we grow, as we allow peace and joy into the compartments of the soul. 

The tribal instinct to belong is genuinely awake and my soul won’t let go.

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