METAMORPHOSIS

Could you guess what made me stand still,
In the cocoon I was in, out of free will?
You told me my existence wasn't enough to fulfill,
So I embraced quietude, you know, as an act of Goodwill.

For all that time I was silent, I was healing from within,
Discovering all of the energies that I had, built-in,
From the little hole in the cocoon I let sunshine in,
That warmed my heart, my soul and my blooming skin.

In a few years, the transformation of me surprised myself,
My fragility learned to fight for itself,
There was this voice nudging me, 'you gotta stand up for yourself,
For how long will you stay in a capsule, this protective shell?'

In no time it struck to me, it was my time to shine,
I realized my eccentricities were entirely benign,
To be different than the others is actually a good sign,
It was time that was required and all was meant to be fine.

Soon I knew I didn't come this far only to come this far,
I learnt, 'You can't be sorry for the person that you are',
I waited long for this metamorphosis, the witness are the stars,
Already feels like ages that I'm not feeling up to par.

It was about time I learn how to fly,
And look at people, audaciously, in the eye,
I've finally come to a conclusion, don't even ask why,
This is not a world for the feeble and or the shy.

There's a handful of advice, in my bag I  have stowed,
When you're feeling low, you just have to know,
True colours bling bright, virtuousness surely shows,
And if they don't, don't worry, you gotta take it slow.