Fly

by Rhema

Just when the caterpillar thought the world was ending, she became a butterfly.
Just when she felt like this was all she’d ever be, she began soaring the skies.
The beauty in every phase of her transformation, though not at that time understood, the butterfly she’s become now demanded it.
Flying from flower to flower in all of her glory, reaping the beauty of what she’s become she now understands it.
There’s a process to growing… a process to becoming what it is that you’re meant to be.
That sometimes right at the brink of it… just when you think it’s the end… that’s when you begin to live.

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