It’s the crysalis that I find painful.
There’s no room for words.
Too focused on becoming to see what is
About to emerge.
What if I told you that here in the dark
We are not so far apart,
We who use our shoulders and spines to push against what confines
As safe as it is inside the crysalis,
To stay is to die.
Struggle makes me strong
Enough to break free.
Let it be.