My tummy wriggles nervously,

As I climb up in the sky.

Heart beats like wings fervently,

As I prepare to make the dive.

Throughout this whole ascent,

The plane is my cocoon.

A metal makeshift tent,

From which I’ll emerge soon.

I flutter to the window,

Armed like a missile is.

Prepare myself within though,

To leave this chrysalis.

I take a breath and jump,

Colours blur around.

Adrenaline is pumped,

As I near the ground.

I pull the cord and wings emerge,

Then stiffen in the breeze.

My heart slows from its recent surge,

My pulse begins to ease.

I gently land upon the grass,

Thankful I didn’t die.

Transform again? I think I’ll pass.

Now I’m the butterfly.