I May Never Be

I may never be

Country club-dressed

and rare roast beef fed,

linen napkin in my lap.

I may never be well-read

and celebrated

for my art.

But I am a chrysalis.

In my mind

I have 26 letters

I can churn into words

and fold into butterflies.

By my art

I am set free.

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Thank you for reading my poem. This poem was previously published on Fiddleheads & Floss Poetry and is featured in the poetry collection Fireflies.