Gypsy Butterfly

Home was warm and so protective
A cocoon that kept me in and life out
Its limitations comfortable
The only thorn, self doubt

A quick turn of destiny
So I changed and with change grew
Shunning the entrapment once my safety
I shed the shell; I had broken through

But the outside world proved hostile
Where my wings would not survive
My spirit bore the yoke of fear
Enraged I couldn't thrive

Patterned wings soon faded
Dreams suspended in mid air
I soon became a label
Are butterflies supposed to care?

From manufactured picture cards
The sky never looked quite right
And the barrier to the future
Has become my fear of flight

By Andrew (1971)

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there is no courage without anxiety