Chrysalis.
Bodily changes
Wrapped around my head
Transformation
The chrysalis my bed
Burning from the inside
No longer try to hide
Fight the fatigue
To be a new breed
Growing pains
God’s they hurt
Broken bones
Organs spurt
Shakes of fury
Nerves of glory
To describe it all?
That’s another story!
Unwrapping the trappings
Whilst hearing the echoes
Echoes of them
Those shadows
Voices, so dark
Feelings so stark
Uncomfortable lark
Left bitten as from a shark
Even love becomes hard work
When pupa inside behaves a jerk
Unravel more, to loosen the ties
Now it’s harder to close my eyes
Contentment has left, now bereft
As transformation begins
I must transform
Release the old, familiar scorn
Virginal I be, innocently
God’s, it’s killing me
I must transform
Be reborn
©2017. Dorn Simon
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