Buried in the deep recesses of my mind are a thousand butterflies

Some flitter around in my head but never really fly

Others spring up with wild abandon and then die

Never finding the anchor to form any strong ties.

Some stay deeply buried, sinking down in abysmal shadows of doubt

But many gain wings rising to the forefront

Ones darting from membrane to fruition, not just another count

Forming the caterpillar that finds its own route.

And as they flutter around in my head; I see them in all their colours

The yellows of hope send off rays shining in all their splendour

The blue hues ushering in peace and signaling composure

The dangerous reds want to give the frenzied ones exposure.

Multi-coloureds may be more complex, proving the hardest to process

But in the end they flourish as they can withstand the test

So many angles to choose from, one may surpass the rest

Providing the opportunity to discriminate, choosing nothing but the best

So I allow them all to flutter, not wanting to suffocate any

Because assertive action may be forged from so many

Not all caterpillars were born to fly

But all deserve the chance to try.