ripening

inside

each one of us

is a chrysalis

it cannot be seen

it can only be felt

its contours shimmer

it crackles with light

it lives within each of us

from the moment that the stars were born

it was woven into our hearts

by unseen hands

the thread was delicately pulled

and each one of us has a slightly differing hue

the snag was caught

the ends were tied

and what was left

lay inside

until the ripening hour

of our own hearts

came

and with steady drops

from the sun and the rain

life began to grow

and expand

to the point where an explosion

shifted 

the sand

and we became the butterfly

that we were always destined to be

we had not forgotten

we have remembered

that within each one of us

is a beauty

so rare

so perfect

that angels planted it there

with a kiss