When you gave up

Mirrorphen

Just when you gave up on walking

your Mom picked you up and held her arms out.

Just when the caterpillar swung itself in the cocoon 

it stayed and waited all by itself.

Just when you finally got the hang of it

your Mom didn't have to hold your hands anymore.

You frowned as she was clapping just as if

you wanted to start the process all over again.

The caterpillar is finally a beautiful butterfly that everyone looks at

trying to get a better look at it. 

Everyone wants to see a success

but we all are too impatient to see one.

Hold onto your dreams.

Spread your wings

and fly high.

  • Author: Ally (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 29th, 2018 11:26
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 9
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