On Christmas morning a single mother by the name of Donna Fountain, was killed in a hit and run. In her pocket, was found a handwritten list of dreams...that she carried everywhere, and everyday. The story is heartbreaking, and makes you realize how each day is a gift. After reading the story, I began to analyze my decisions, my life, and everything leading up to now. If I died tomorrow, what would I want my children to know? What would I want my last words to be? Silly enough, I came up with the poem below.
Monarch
Latching on to the first breath of life, to begin feeding off the milkweed,
To what seemed forever, in a robotic state of mind spanning 18 years.
Hidden within a chrysalis, anticipating rebirth and uncertain of transformation,
I lain dormant until the walls chipped off by time and forces of nature.
Climbing to new heights, and floating through the winds,
Omnidirectional to decisions, but gravitating towards personal sensibility.
Onward to escape the bitter chill, and grips of death along a course never traveled,
Predetermined and unknowing of the outcome but pressing forward.
In my research of monarch butterflies, only the fourth generation butterflies migrate to either Mexico or California, and live the longest. They live between an astounding six to eight months, while the earlier generations only live about two weeks after becoming butterflies.
Coincidentally, my mom has forever compared me to butterflies, saying like them I float along the wind. At certain times I was offended. Now thinking about it, I would like to say that it's fitting. Have you ever known anyone to hate butterflies? They transform from cute little fatty worms to beautiful insects with wings, and will clumsily fly and drink from flowers. My birthday is October, so that makes me a fourth generational monarch, in which I will eventually migrate to California. The land that I have been trying to migrate to since the 90's, and perhaps this is the year, I actually will make it :)
Undoubtedly, I have a great respect for life, and enjoy the tiniest moments that I find to make it more special. However, what I can't do is write a detailed a list of accomplishments, achievements, and downfalls, without them being in general categories. I find that details are for personal moments, preferably shared over tea, a meal, or heartfelt conversation. Unequivocally, I will share any and everything, because you can't avoid spoken truths. Not only will it help me, but possibly someone else.
Monarch
Latching on to the first breath of life, to begin feeding off the milkweed,
To what seemed forever, in a robotic state of mind spanning 18 years.
Hidden within a chrysalis, anticipating rebirth and uncertain of transformation,
I lain dormant until the walls chipped off by time and forces of nature.
Climbing to new heights, and floating through the winds,
Omnidirectional to decisions, but gravitating towards personal sensibility.
Onward to escape the bitter chill, and grips of death along a course never traveled,
Predetermined and unknowing of the outcome but pressing forward.
In my research of monarch butterflies, only the fourth generation butterflies migrate to either Mexico or California, and live the longest. They live between an astounding six to eight months, while the earlier generations only live about two weeks after becoming butterflies.
Coincidentally, my mom has forever compared me to butterflies, saying like them I float along the wind. At certain times I was offended. Now thinking about it, I would like to say that it's fitting. Have you ever known anyone to hate butterflies? They transform from cute little fatty worms to beautiful insects with wings, and will clumsily fly and drink from flowers. My birthday is October, so that makes me a fourth generational monarch, in which I will eventually migrate to California. The land that I have been trying to migrate to since the 90's, and perhaps this is the year, I actually will make it :)
Undoubtedly, I have a great respect for life, and enjoy the tiniest moments that I find to make it more special. However, what I can't do is write a detailed a list of accomplishments, achievements, and downfalls, without them being in general categories. I find that details are for personal moments, preferably shared over tea, a meal, or heartfelt conversation. Unequivocally, I will share any and everything, because you can't avoid spoken truths. Not only will it help me, but possibly someone else.
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