Metamorphosis

By VB Bonny

The cocoon has broken

when the butterfly spreads her wings

rebelling against the afternoon sun.

The honking bus announced its arrival

Screeching brakes rushed to board

Oh! This butterfly is on a run.

The seat sighs,

the bus exhales smoke

unbothered by the sun or rain.

My bags were heavy,

but the dream has just begun.

Everything around me breathes,

the passengers, the windows,

the conductor’s whistle.

and the dust that bellowed

from my emotion.

I have boarded buses so many times.

But this bus only chimes

a vision to be a woman,

who now writes rhymes.

Every stop it passes,

this girl who never ran,

becomes the woman,

who believed she can.

The road pulsates. 

with a heartbeat 

longing for a freedom and a pen.

The bus steered a path, 

the path seldom chosen 

or it was my devotion.

This cocoon has broken.

A feeling has risen:

to be a human,

to live between ink and emotion

between a journey and documentation

By VB Bonny