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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