A caterpillar sheds her skin, to find a butterfly within
An oyster yields tears of pain, to create a pearl so trim
A mother delivers through pain, the joy of life itself
Why should I complain, if I have to bear my cross as well!
On the path of transformation, a crown of thorns you may have
Pulling yourself through darkness, before seeing the light beyond
You’re tossed about by the oceans’ storm, waves of pain may lash you
Cold, crying wondering why me! But you’ll be warm when the sun comes out!
The path is lonely and scary, sometimes doubt whirs up a sandstorm
The desert can be merciless, and forgiving, to those who strive on and on
So travel ahead, though your steps may be weary, o traveler
For through this lifetime’s journey, begins the transformation within!
Anita Atina
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/transformation-15/
