The Life's Purpose

I was struggling in the dark,

Under confinement for hours.

Restricted I lay,

Continued to wrestle against pain.

All around, I saw myself locked in a silky web

Comforting envelope, as it may appear

I suffered immensely inside in pain.

I suffered inside quietly in pain.

Hoping for that one bright day.

The cocoon shall disappear;

And I will be given a gift for my patience and pain.

The presence of colorful and radiant wings,

Which will fly me up to the sky and the flowers

Ecstatically, make me feel like a king.

So, I suffered inside quietly in pain.

The sun brought me a day,

I was freed of everything that had me caged.

My colorful wings flapped together all along their way.

Wherever I flew, I instilled joy in every minuscule.

Swirling all around the magnificent flowers

Feeding on their nectar, happily living moment of my existence.

I carried their pollen to everywhere I sat

creating a new life, assisting nature in their role

A duty bestowed upon me by creation.

A purpose I was meant to serve.

By only going through this pain, meant to bear.