I am a butterfly

Inch by inch,
by cruel word
indecision
pressure
I died,
under an avalanche
of trouble.
The lights were on,
but I was not at home
zombie to 1000 voices
\while my soul had gone to hell.
then a crack
and light bleeds into the chrysalis
bringing hope.
The river of life,
which was a mere trickle
began to flow.
As I started to struggle,
the shroud tore,
the crick widened,
and I saw,
‘I am a butterfly’.