i ate
my weight
ten times over ten
all green leaves.
now i encase
my fat body's face
in chrysalis
and
become, soupy,
torturous bliss
awaiting wing-ed
grace.
i awake
and crack the
membrane
crawl dishrag damp
out into summer's
kind light
and slowly
spread my wings.
please,
do not think
me vain.
but as i await
my wings to dry
and the glorious dust
to set.
i wonder at the ironic beauty,
that i, the fat catterpillar,
has become,so fine
and delicate,
an exquisite pallete upon
the canvas sky....
i take flight and find
freedom....
is a state mind
that flits upon the wind
and knows,
dfrom the beginning
beauty is always
from within.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC
i ate
my weight
ten times over ten
all green leaves.
now i encase
my fat body's face
in chrysalis
and
become, soupy,
torturous bliss
awaiting wing-ed
grace.
i awake
and crack the
membrane
crawl dishrag damp
out into summer's
kind light
and slowly
spread my wings.
please,
do not think
me vain.
but as i await
my wings to dry
and the glorious dust
to set.
i wonder at the ironic beauty,
that i, the fat catterpillar,
has become,so fine
and delicate,
an exquisite pallete upon
the canvas sky....
i take flight and find
freedom....
is a state mind
that flits upon the wind
and knows,
dfrom the beginning
beauty is always
from within.
this was prompted by the joe cole's freedom challenge....
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