
A Butterfly I Will Be
I’m standing at the lectern
And all eyes are on me
My throat is dry and my hands are shaking,
But I say…a butterfly I will be.
I’ve really decided to do this.
I can’t believe I agreed,
But I’ve cancelled can’t and am now willing.
A butterfly I will be.
It’s getting a little easier.
The audience is not the enemy.
I believe I am making a cocoon.
A butterfly I will be.
Then one day, I feel different.
I still feel you looking at me.
And to my surprise, I see you see
Not a caterpillar, but a butterfly, standing in front of thee.