Young & Beautiful: Rosaly-Joy

My little cousin Rosaly is growing up fast now. Stuck between different chapters of life it won´t take long untill she will be a young lady! I remember my parents gave me this poem and hang it with my picture above my bed when I was 14..It reminded day after day of the process I was in. I added at the bottom of this post... first enjoy the pictures I took of this pretty girl!

Someday, I’ll Fly 

I’ve not been myself lately or for sometime for that matter. 

I’m not sure who “myself” is anymore. 

I feel like a caterpillar inside the cocoon. 

I’m neither a butterfly nor a caterpillar anymore. 

I’m not what I used to be nor am I what I’m going to be. 

I cannot go back to what I was, 

or what was familiar to me. 

I can’t rush forward and be what I have not yet become. 

It’s a miserable place to be. 

It’s much like a baby in the womb; 

you have to wait it out and stay where you are. 

I hope every day will bring the end; 

I know God is almost done working. 

I rejoice because the end is near, 

but still the pain increases. 

It’s become too easy to not be anything, just a cocoon. 

I want to give up, but You won’t let me. 

I’m not the caterpillar I used to be 

and I’m not the butterfly I know I am becoming. 

Becoming a butterfly is scary, painful and exhausting. 

I guess I don’t want to remain a nothing, 

so I’ll endure the torturous path out of this cocoon. 

And I know, someday, I’ll fly!