Have you ever seen a butterfly grow out of her cocoon? Her wings are the first to greet the first Sun of her new life.
Do you know why?
It’s a victory ritual. A token to celebrate everything she survived. To celebrate all that made her into who she is now.
The last of the thins of her cocoon break soon. Her struggle to break free ends sooner. The light at the end of the tunnel flows out of her daydreams to bring charms to her reality… A reality she once wanted to run away from. She eventually did… She ran, but only to get closer to who she was.
Have you ever noticed how often writers sell hope wrapped in this exact same tale?
Have you ever wondered why?
It’s a peacemaker’s chant. One meant to make you believe in the power of fallen joy. Meant to make you believe that one day you will wake up to realize how you had never fallen prey to the dark but had only been pulled into its embrace till you got stronger to face the world again.
It’s a poet’s favorite metaphor; her favorite choice of weapon to spill beauty in a world that is threatened by it.
It’s an intricate piece of abstract art, with love spilled all over- a little to see and a lot to feel.
But mostly, it’s a reminder, a letter speaking about all our lost smiles and addressing them back to us, exactly where we had lost them.
Have you found yours yet?