Within my vision the motion moved in a fast forward frenzy.
First, the caterpillar, birthed from her mother
Munching on leaves, leaving living to others, complicit in her complacence.
Content with containing sense.
Then caterpillar caught in chrysalis, see all of this
It’s finally clear, like I’m a seer,
A Delphic, take a self-pic to make sure I remember this trail.
Anyway, a fast forward vision within which my eyes were opened,
Zoom in to the pod, wrapping and wriggling, strapping and struggling.
Seeking to shed the things holding me back.
I mean ‘it’ not me, this ain’t quite an allegory or a some sort of metaphor
I don’t know what I’m over explaining it for.
The chrysalis wiggled and struggled,
Bursting forth, just bursting like the sun bursts through the clouds which bursts into the rain which
bursts into the soil which bursts forth a plant which bursts into the sky
And on one little branch, a chrysalis sits
This little sac of something
And from it
She fights to get out
Fights to become
Fights to fly, to thrive, to survive, to finally be alive.
She had wings she never saw before
All the wrigglings and squirmings
They made her wings.
All the lessons she learned, all the cheeks that she turned, all the while inside her wings churned.
The more she felt wronger, her wings grew far stronger.
The errors, the terrors, self-inflicted, emotionally evicted, wings grew, couldn’t be predicted.
At times she messed up,
But never gave up.
So what’s up now, lack of lacking wings!?
She flies harder and higher and farther and faster
She sees the world from above and below
From flower beds to cloud beds
She kisses the dawn and swipes past the moon.
Trusting her wings to do good work, thrusting through the air.
I feel finally full.
I have become.