My little cousin Rosaly is growing up fast now. Stuck between different chapters of life it won´t take long untill she will be a young lady! I remember my parents gave me this poem and hang it with my picture above my bed when I was 14..It reminded day after day of the process I was in. I added at the bottom of this post... first enjoy the pictures I took of this pretty girl!
Someday, I’ll Fly
I’ve not been myself lately or for sometime for that matter.
I’m not sure who “myself” is anymore.
I feel like a caterpillar inside the cocoon.
I’m neither a butterfly nor a caterpillar anymore.
I’m not what I used to be nor am I what I’m going to be.
I cannot go back to what I was,
or what was familiar to me.
I can’t rush forward and be what I have not yet become.
It’s a miserable place to be.
It’s much like a baby in the womb;
you have to wait it out and stay where you are.
I hope every day will bring the end;
I know God is almost done working.
I rejoice because the end is near,
but still the pain increases.
It’s become too easy to not be anything, just a cocoon.
I want to give up, but You won’t let me.
I’m not the caterpillar I used to be
and I’m not the butterfly I know I am becoming.
Becoming a butterfly is scary, painful and exhausting.
I guess I don’t want to remain a nothing,
so I’ll endure the torturous path out of this cocoon.
And I know, someday, I’ll fly!
