Peeling the Layers.

Perfection that is unattained , captivating yet restrained -- but still it is viewed as valued.
A value mighty and strong taken hostage by time wasted too long because the fear and doubts crippled
both feet from taking the leap into the pool known as Salvation (or what the world claims it to be).

Its freedom so pure and angelic, but soon a sinful trade of pride is soon to tarnish its beauty with its raw, emotional nature. Now, behold its attention that its envious eyes draws in and mesmerizes the audience until they become hypnotized under the neverending spell, until that fateful moment where that spell is broken.

The rock solid facade that desperately tried to stay firm and put had , with each revealing lie and mistruth, chipped away from the top of its narrowminded head to the bottom of its leadblock feet, unable to run away from being exposed now in this moment. Now, what its purpose supposed to be? When the evergrowing beam of light shines on the creature---emphasizing all of its imperfections--it suddenly had frozen in place, realizing the harsh reality that it can no longer hide behind its armor shell.

And slowly the figure begins to melt until only a puddle of the former self remains, along with a baby butterfly with glimmering wings and an even more shimmery aura. First, one wing slowly began to flap, then the other joins simultaneously. Gaining momentum, it had taken off into the unknown, eager to discover its capricious calling on its life.