Believing that she would never be good enough for this world, she decided to hide for eternity in a cocoon.
Weeks passed by and the seasons turned. Hooves of new-born life danced. Birds serenaded for each rising sun. The patter of rain soothed her weeping, as the world continued without her.
During her departure, she reflected. Darkness surrounded her, and she wished to see the daylight again, if only for a minute. But her mind drifted back to the thoughts and she wriggled in pain. Her foot slipped through the bottom of the blanket and ripped as a burst of light flooded. The sensations around her amplified as she reached through the opening and stepped into reality once more.
At first, she was uncertain. But as her eyes adjusted she sensed the world differently. The hues of flowers were more vibrant than ever and the aroma in the air teased her receptors. The other insects welcomed her back and expressed how much they missed her gentle nature.
It was then she caught her reflection in the morning dew and smiled. Her heart fluttered at the shimmering painted silk. She had flourished into a graceful butterfly.
She had missed everything, and now she knew she had every right to enjoy the world; life was too short. The wind gently blew her off the branch. Instead of fear, she embraced the fall. She had finally fought her battle.
She unfurled her wings and flew.