Monarch

The last time you saw her she was a caterpillar eating her way through her depression. puking her melancholy and wrapping herself in a cocoon of longing emotions but she finally broke out.

The next time you see her she will be a bright monarch soaring the skies. She will be as beautifully painted as the smile on her face and her happiness will be portrayed in the folds of her wings and the way she glides through the blue skies like a leaf in the wind. She has learned to love herself without the view of others affecting her.