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Rise Above
Do you remember
 When you were 
 A young, innocent caterpillar,
 When you basked 
 In the warmth of the sun,
 Took pleasure in the breath
 Of the gentle breeze,
 And smiled at the beauty 
 Of all things?
 Do you remember when
 You had not a care
 In the world, 
 And danced with excitement
 At the break of each dawn.
 Do you remember when 
 The world was a kaleidoscope
 Of vivid colors
 And a cornucopia of many sounds,
 When tastes tantalized your palates,
 And your emotions 
 Were always expected? 
 Do you remember 
 When a smile always lit
 Up your face,
 And was reflected 
 In your shining eyes,
 As you laughed yourself to the brink of tears?
 
 Those days of innocence
 Are long past.
 Now you do not go outside,
 But instead stay and shiver
 Inside your cocoon,
 Wrapping yourself in blankets,
 And hiding,
 Attempting to shield yourself
 From the world.
 You hide from 
 The scorching sun,
 The pelting rain and hail,
 From the wind 
 That is determined to 
 Knock you down.
 You no longer see beauty
 In the dull colors
 Of the rising sun,
 Nor take joy 
 In anything 
 That you used to. 
 You’re scarred and broken, 
 Hurt beyond belief,
 Unable to see any beauty
 In the world. 
 
 You’ve built up walls
 Of your insecurities,
 And won’t take them down
 Even among those
 You call friends.
 You see an insult
 In every joke,
 Every reference,
 And though many are
 Meant to hurt you,
 Many aren’t.
 You shake at the thought
 Of confrontation,
 Preferring to hide,
 Inside your little cocoon.
 
 You can’t see past your flaws,
 Slight as they are
 In the run of things;
 You can’t see the future,
 And it all seems dim to you,
 Like there is nothing 
 Left to live for.
 You don’t know if
 You will ever be free
 Of all this pain
 That holds you down, 
 And makes it impossible for 
 You to fly.
 
 You don’t want to try-
 To live,
 To be happy,
 To be everything 
 That I know you can be.
 You don’t know how.
 It’s all too much,
 And you don’t know 
 How much more you 
 Can take, 
 Before you will snap out
 Like an turtle 
 That has taken 
 Too much abuse.
 
 But what you don’t know is
 That change is coming
 Your way,
 No matter how long it takes 
 To get here,
 That you are beautiful and special
 In so many ways,
 That you shine
 The brightest of us all, 
 Even if I am the only one
 Who can see the true beauty
 Of your light,
 That one day you will
     
 Rise above it all 
 And 
 FLY,
 Breaking out of your cocoon,
 And bursting into the sky,
 As a magnificent butterfly,
 Capturing the eyes of everybody
 Standing below,
 Gasping with amazement
 And pointing at you
 In wonder,
 Trying so hard
 To launch themselves off 
 Of the ground and join you
 In your triumph.
 But they can’t even 
 Make it off the ground, 
 So they just stand there
 And gape,
 Jealous of you,
 And watch you
 FLY.

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