A butterfly’s discourse

This poem is written from the perspective of a butterfly, but also could relate to a woman who feels that she is loved only for her looks, but not for the person that she is…..

I was pink like a lily

It’s no hyperbole

Beauty so vain

Caused me much pain

Many loved me for my beauty

Not for who I was

They only saw my beautiful colors

I fluttered along and sipped on flowers

I was a caterpillar that fed on a leaf

Then, I went through some grief

Being stuck in a cocoon

Without seeing the moon

Inside the cocoon, I became a beauty

That gave delight to many

They tried to seize me

Almost caused me to swoon

But, my wings were a boon

Having shades of maroon

Letting me escape the snares in the noon