Flight of the Butterflies

I wrote this poem as a metaphor for how I've learned to live with my adult "wings", and how there is another "butterfly" out there who is going through the same thing and will complete me. Sorry if that sounds corny.

In two cocoons we wait

Ready to fly away

Before it is too late

So from our cocoons we break

 

Our wings are dawdling and weak

Yet we push them until they tear

Which makes us feel sad and meek

but with each tear we become more aware

 

We grow stronger through our feeble state

Yet we mustn’t push ourselves too far

Or we may lose our wings at this rate

And fall just as we fear we are

 

We try to fly alone and grow stronger

But alone we fall as prey to the world

Together we fly as we support each other

When your wing breaks mine will support us and soar

 

As we make our way with our new wings

And the tears are repaired along the way

We will escape old fears and soar into new beginnings

And our wings will get stronger every day

 

In two cocoons we waited side by side

Ready to struggle in solitary lives

But together through love, the odds we defied

And side by side we will forever fly

Author's Note

This is another previously deleted poem. So, what do you think of the rhyme and use of literary devices?