The Butterfly Effect: The Egg

Who else gets confused with “effect” vs “affect?”

Don’t judge me, but before I wrote this, I had to refresh my memory on the correct one to use. 🤦‍♀️

Anyway, back in June I wrote about butterflies and, this interesting and beautiful insect has been on my mind ever since. I’ve been writing a series of poems about the different stages that they go through before emerging as the elegant insects they are. And I’m finally ready to share them with you all.

All butterflies start out as eggs, which can be as small as the head of a pin. It’s so small you probably wouldn’t notice it with your naked eye (unless you were looking really hard.) However, out of that egg comes something wonderful…in time. This week’s poems play on that idea, but you may interpret them however you like.

“It is cramped, it is dark, it is damp
40 weeks of stretching, splitting, more stretching
I am tired, but I hear there is life on the outside
I am ready, but I am scared”

“A crack, a bright light enters the sanctuary
My sanctuary
It’s been dark for so long, and now the cocoon called comfort has been broken
It’s too bright
I am damp from the placenta of purpose
My limbs feel like blocks with the weight of stagnancy
I think i’m not ready to emerge yet
I’ll go back inside, quickly
”

Tiny right? Good thing it doesn’t stay that way for long.

Stay tuned for next week!

Love always,

CDOG