Rhythm

Aspiration/Asphyxiation

You carry your dreams on your shoulders in a cocoon, until it breaks to unleash a beautiful butterfly. Sometimes it doesn't, and you become a pallbearer to your dead cocoon.

Your dreams inside a cocoon
Carried on your shoulders
Metamorphosis in progress
What’s in store once you’re older

Metamorphosis successful, cocoon breaks
Butterfly soars in the sky
A vivid display of dreams turned reality
Felicity, happiness brought to life

Alternate reality, the cocoon never broke
Stuck to your shoulder, crushing and cold
Torturous reminder of a once azure sky
Now overcast, plastic gold

What am I destined for? Aspiration or asphyxiation?
Soaring butterfly or lifeless rock
Spring in my steps
Or a pallbearer’s walk

Aayushi


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4 comments

  1. Great Poem, these lines struck me.

    What am I destined for? Aspiration or asphyxiation?
    Soaring butterfly or lifeless rock
    Spring in my steps
    Or a pallbearer’s walk

    At every avenue of life there’s a choice to be made. At the core, life is binary, either you’re one or zero. Either you take action or you don’t.

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