Her Trasnsformation by Lusekelo Simwela

INTRO

The was born a caterpillar

So pure, so innocent

She was beautiful,

Both in the inside and outside

But nothing ever satisfies

So she thought of changing

‘Changing for the better’ she said

So she went away

Away to figure herself out

A few years later, she came back,

She came back and broke out of the chrysalis of youth.

And what a site that was,

People stood, mouth agape and amazed at the beauty that she had become

She then flapped her wings for the first time

And everything was well,

She was a good butterfly,

Working all day, helping the flowers out

But alas, she soon got dissatisfied

Dissatisfied with life itself

Wanting more than flowers during the day

Craving a more exciting life; the nightlife

So she stopped coming out during the day,

The night reeled her in, as it without a warning engulfed her whole,

She got the thrill as she danced on them poles

Slowly moving towards the darkness

The darkness slowly dissolved beautiful colours

Dissolved her colours to black

Like the night that she loved so dearly

The butterfly was now a moth

She started to feel the cold stares as she walked by

Barely able to cover herself with her smaller wings

She tried to come out during the day again

But she couldn’t, the sunlight burned her eyes

So she got addicted to flashing lights

Dancing and flying to them whenever she saw them

Lights flickering, almost blinding

Like staring at a white paper in the sunlight, (lights flickering like coins falling against the sunlight)

At last, she saw a great light

It wasn’t day so she knew she could get to it

She flew to it thinking it was her redemption

She reached it and felt its warmth

It was so intoxicating,

Therefore, she flew right into it

The next thing she felt was pain, pain all over

Her wings were burnt

They burned in the desperate attempt to escape the fire

Leaving her on the floor, flightless and hurt

The from nowhere a cat came along and swallowed her

Seconds later, he realised his mistake

But it was too late

He spat her out!

She limped away covered in saliva

As the cat gasped for air

She was the bringer of death

She had become death itself

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This work is an introduction to a compilation titled Productive compilation.  Below is the preface to  the compilation. You can request the compilation as a PDF by emailing to (youthmalwriters@gmail.com) with the subject line (Productive Confusion).

We are all confused; confusion is a normal state of mind. My confusion started on day one when I opened my eyes for the first time. There were people surrounding me, moving their mouths. “What are they saying?” then I turned to the woman holding me, she was smiling. I wanted to smile too but I didn’t know how; how confusing!! Then the rest of them started taking turns carrying me and I started to cry. They thought that was a good thing, “a baby must let some air into its lungs,” they said. That was the first breath of confusion.

I am confused, but you are confused too, for we are all searching for answers, confusing answers. We are always searching for that thing that will happen that will change everything. That thing that will make everything makes sense. That point in our life we think we will truly be happy, satisfied. When we reach what we thought it was, it never feels the way we thought it will. That is very confusing, right?

 I accepted my confusion, I embraced it; but in my confusion I came up with this; THE PRODUCTIVE CONFUSION._Lusekelo Simwela