Colored by Fire

I am.

A butterfly in constant transition

Whose beauty knows no bounds

You just have the privilege of witnessing through transparent cocoon.

My final form is the beauty that will radiate through all that I have learned and emerged from with new colors.

Colors that can only form their vibrancy by way of fire.

By way of falling,

And rising.

By way of water,

And crying

Through times when fighting means smiling

Sometimes to live takes dying... and dying

Then waking up to the sun

And realizing

I am.

Everything and all.

Because I was created to be

The creator of the moon and the sun

Is the creator of me...