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

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