The butterfly that came out of cocoon

A period of near renaissance
For the butterfly that was cocooned
In a shell, warped, heavy and claustrophobic
Lack of love made it worse
The shell was rude and indecipherable
Glass eyes, plastic smile
That’s all she was accustomed to
Near death, near life
Her world was all about empty lies
Too much longing and yet pride

And one day it cracked open
It actually cracked open

It was dark outside too
But it was night
A lovely moonlight shone on her
Though flowers weren’t that bright
They snuggled upto her
And she felt like a stranger
With the warmth of winter

The butterfly that came out of cocoon
Treasured the shell for all it was worth
It might come handy in rains, she thought
But for now
She was soaking it all in
The flowers, the moonlight
And the rain