Metamorphosis
When I was born, just a small
pupa,
I didn’t know what this world
would do to me.
I was small, soft,
pliable,
And people took advantage of that.
I grew a hard
chrysalis,
To hide from the scary world.
but, I became
trapped.
I tried to escape, yet all efforts
were futile. I couldn’t leave,
Couldn’t live my own
life how I wanted.
Then, one day, a crack formed in
the hard shell. I beat, and clawed at it
Untul, piece by piece, light
Streamed in. I emerged, beautiful,
Joyful, and Serene.
I was Free to be Me.
This poem is about:
Me