Update:(And please forgive me if my tone is a bit more formal at the moment, I just finished watching Sense and Sensibility.) I know I said in my last entry that I would write every day, and guess what? I have written every day, just not on here. You see, it is hard to come up with something blog-worthy, and I am quite picky when it comes to my own writing. If I were a perfect writer, I would be able to astonish all my readers every day with every post; but alas, I am far from perfection in any area, much less in writing. Therefore, twelve days after my last post, I am finally sharing something.
I wrote this poem today as a result of the situation in which I currently find myself. Admittedly, I wrote somewhat hastily as I have been wanting to post, at least something intriguing for the past few days. It is meant to be somewhat hyperbolic, although the facts are true. And without further ado, may I present my nameless poem about a caterpillar.
Perhaps I am a caterpillar
Snuggled up in my cocoon of blankets.
I reach for another tissue.
I was once an inching caterpillar,
Munching towards my destiny,
Busy inching and growing and doing what it took to progress--
By inching.
Then fate, or the blizzard, or my weak immune system
Handed me a virus and the
Need for this
Cocoon.
I have an interview tomorrow.
Maybe that is when I will
Break this, my
Shell,
And stretch my new-found wings.
I will no longer inch, but touch the heights of my own expectations and fly beyond
My Dreams.
