I wrote this poem over 20 years ago and recently have only discovered what it means.
Once I thought I was a lowly worm pursued by a sparrow. But now the sparrow has stopped chasing me or maybe I stopped running.
And low and behold I not a lowly worm but a cattepillar, and what I would be was uncertain rather a moth or a butterfly.
A metamorphis occurred while within my cocoon and out a merged a butterfly, rare and unique, I am one of a kind.
And now as I try my wings no doubt at first my course will be unsure, only time will tell how far I will soar.
Now I realize it was about my spiritual transformation over the last year: