Monday, August 28, 2017

I Need... I Want...

I needed to get out,
I needed to escape.
I wanted to spread my wings,
I wanted to fly away.

Chrysalis is a wondrous word,
But to me, it felt like a grave.
I needed to dance in the morning air,
I needed to shake my wings. 

It was so tight in there,
Being a pupa is no fun.
I wanted to see the world,
I wanted to touch the sun.




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