Scales:

Perhaps it may be
Strange to be forever digging
Deeper. Wanting
to know more.

How do you know that
You will like what
Comes out of the
Chrysalis of memories and
Life?

While the scales of a butterfly may be
Beautiful…
Are they really anything more than a disguise for the fact that there’s
Nothing
Underneath
Clear wings,
Practical,
But never the beautifully patterned mosaics.

How can you be sure that
When you’re done
And all the coverings have fallen away
That there will be something other than
The clear butterfly wings?
The wings that can no longer
Fly.

And yet…

Some butterflies never have the scales,
Only the clear wings…
…they still can fly…

Clarity

No lying to the world,
Only admittance.
Not perfection,
But not trying for it,
Perfection is impossible,
After all.

I wonder…is there a butterfly out there somewhere…
with beautiful patterns…
on the wings…
not on the scales…

Perhaps all butterflies…
…were like that once.
But gave up the beautiful wings…
For falser…but prettier scales…
Scales that wash off…

Perhaps…

Maybe the wings are only clear,
From lack of care
Love.

Maybe, if the scales are all taken away,
The colors will come back.

Maybe.

We’ll never know,
Unless we try.