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CHRYSALIS
Churning sea of goop,
The broth that is left of my body.
Primordial soup
That I will emerge from again
The way I decomposed long ago.
Vulnerable,
Even inside the walls I constructed.
Walls that protect me,
Walls that may be my doom.
I lay in wait,
Waiting for the door to open,
The threshold that I cannot cross,
Yet.
Learning patience, something difficult
In this state of mine.
I long to join my fellow bugs,
They who I know are waiting patiently for me,
To meet me on the other side.
Yet, I will find joy in the memories
I have yet to create,
And, joy in the knowing;
Knowing I will never be who I was again.
Hibernating,
Slowly stirring,
Inching closer to my reassembly,
When I become a butterfly.
CHRYSALIS, PART II
The cocoon began to suffocate me.
I have finished my rebecoming,
The holy creation finally completed.
Though I fear,
Fear to emerge,
Fear that I waited too long here.
My self-constructed home has grown too small for me,
Or, maybe, the other way around.
The shields I erected have turned into a cell
My armor has begun to stab me.
I know if I do not leave now I will never be able to
So I emerge.
It is a pain never felt before,
It is a relief unlike any other.
Feel the breeze graze my wings,
Notice the weight that was pressing on me
only once it is gone.
Still, I wait for a boot to step on me
And when none come,
I am forced to persist.
It is a fight to continue,
But when I do,
I am welcomed by the kaleidoscope.
They wash the stiffness from my joints
and I am motivated to press on.
Each step aches
Every bump stabs me
Yet I would rather be nowhere else,
Be no one else.
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