Chrysalis
I spun a million specks into silk
And curved inside, quiet
The cocoon protects me, they say
I listen. I flow. I tune them out
I change. I grow. I seed my sprout
The coccoon remains white
The cycle appears unmoving
I keep mulching the ground
Relentless. Spinning. Untiring.
One day, it turned red. The shell
And I felt my power grow
The coccoon still felt stiff
But the butterfly had wings now
It takes the hardest push
Just before the shell cracks open
I smiled at the chrysalis, as I flew away
I didn't have wings then
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