i'm not going to put it in standard poetry form but i call this writing "the dreaming caterpillar"
I am but a weak willed caterpillar who crawls its way up. i dream of one day flying, the freedom of the skies and not being bound by the land. the wasps sting me, parasites try to eat me, the birds try to catch me, and the mantis prey upon me. i fight to survive until i reach the top. many above me have made it, and many have perished but i am just a weak willed caterpillar unlike the rest. i struggle to move, i struggle to wake, i cant fight for myself and i struggle to survive. that one green leaf is so far at the top that i cant reach. i lay on top of my branch, looking into the sky. these sad tears flow like rain from my eyes. i think to myself, "will i live to see another day, will i die tonight or will i suffer more pain" with an even more weakened will, i just crawl into a circle and there i lay, waiting to die. but than a sudden burst of light came forth. it was warm and inviting, like a cool breeze on a mid summer day. i followed this light until i came upon that single green leaf. i slow inched forward and inspected. i nibbled and i nibbled until i became full. as i drifted off to sleep, i spun my cocoon, protecting me from the outside world and i drifted off to sleep. i dreamt i was a butterfly, will shining silver wings. i dreamt i flew higher and faster than the eagles in the sky, i dreamt i soared higher and faster the rockets in space. but i am destined to become a moth and thus i began to cry. my will broke again and i drifted into a sorrowful nightmare. as i slept, waiting to become that ugly moth, i heard a voice in my head. this voice was so overpowering, i had to listen. this told me to keep on believing, never stop moving for once you stop, you'll perish along with all your memories and dreams. i held onto what little will i had and kept dreaming of the day i become a butterfly. once i woke, i broke my shell and gazed at the morning sky for the first time. i looked behind me and saw my silver wings. i saw the silver sparkles and the embodiment of the silver nighttime moon. i began to cry tears of joy as i thought, "even an ugly moth can become beautiful" though i doubted myself, i flapped my wings and began to fly. i flew higher and faster than the eagles, i soared higher and faster than rockets. i saw the world for what it really is.
I am but a weak little caterpillar with no will of my own, but yet even this moth can become a butterfly for no matter what i am, i am still a dreaming caterpillar.
thanks.
