In a quiet cocoon, a poem begins to form,
like a chrysalis, delicate and silent.
Each word emerges, bringing warmth to hearts.
Once overlooked, now taking flight in the glow of a solitary, late hour.
Discarded thoughts, once cast aside,
transform into the poem\'s core,
like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly.
Ink and page perform their alchemy,
line by line, stage by stage.
A battered note, a torn-out sheet,
evolve into verses, rich with life.
Every critic\'s wound becomes
a driving pulse thrusting creativity forward.
As each line finds its place,
the poem\'s rhythm breathes, grows,
unfolding like wings from a chrysalis.
Art\'s true power, in its essence, illuminates,
releases the spirit of renewal.