All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Inside
May 8, 2012
Trapped by a honeycomb cylinder
I cannot move, crawl or stalk.
At times the light is bright,
Other times, dark.
A thousand years flit by;
I feel the force.
The fibers bound round me, appear as a thousand strings
Playing the melody of transformation while the wind in harmony sings.
My head spins as fast as a galloping horse
Up, down, left, right, every way between.
Like a mummy bound for eternity, my fate is seen.
My shell soon softens, however, like the sands along a coast
My sad existence realizes what it wants the most.
An earthquake sets me free from the organic tomb
I thank my shell and bade a lofty goodbye,
Whispering : “From the butterfly.”
© Sandy H., Woodbridge, CT
Similar Articles
Previous Next
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.
