You are waiting now. How long you will be hanging In limbo is unknown, But as you have been primed from birth, You must become a butterfly, grown. What a strange feeling it must be, Turning into nutrient goo -- Does it seem like devolving? Perhaps you are wondering in the waiting, What will come of this? What will come of this? I have seen the amazing happen, It remains for you to abide: The imago* is inside.
I researched a little bit about how a caterpillar turns into a butterfly. Click here. Shared with NaPoWriMo day 20, off-prompt.
* The butterfly’s form inside of the pupa is actually called the imago, which I think is AWESOME! It reminds me of the Imago Dei that each person has.