Musings and poems.

Winged Caterpillar
There was a pixie,
I once knew
with wings so soft
and eyes so blue

all who knew her,
claimed her wise
she believed it,
and to her surprise

when she walked
a painful track
her angelic wings
began to crack

Time seemed not to heal
her drooping wings
or bring life back
to the songs she sings

but one day she found
as she sat in a tree
an emerald cocoon
was becoming of she

I've not seen her
since that day
But I know she's well
and I can pray

that as she sleeps
away will go the crack
and when she's ready
my bright pixie will be back

--

An original poem by Juli-Anna :)

We all go through change.

We're unable to being who were were before change.

But we can be better.

I'm not who I was 3 years ago.

And, though I liked that "me", and it's a painful goodbye, I'm never going to be her again.

But I can be a better than her.

I'm asleep. In an emerald cocoon. I don't know when I'll wake up. I just know when I do, I'm going to feel more alike and different from myself than I ever have. And I'm going to be better than I ever have been. More patient. Less arrogant. A million other things. Changes that will happen because I will make them happen.

It's not a New Years resolution; it's just how it is. I don't like New Years resolutions. They're a joke. If you're really going to make something happen, make a change, you'll do it without it being January first. You'll do March eighth or September third or whatever day it hits you that you need to fix something about you for you.

So, it's not a resolution. It's a fact. I slowly see so many things about myself I should have worked on a long time ago slowly becoming easier to deal with, problems with my personality slowly going away. It's interesting; besides not feeling yourself anymore.

But I never liked staying the same anyway.

My hair is black.

:3