Trapped in flesh encasing the soul, wrapped in cancerous crust; residue of empty, fleeting oppressive carnal thoughts and pleasures.

Slowly bound like a fly in a web; small grains of poison, neverending droplets of rain
-- harmless attractions --
unseen the process, clearly
seen the results.

Many of these to be trapped in, many pleasures build houses
of pain; many webs, much poison, a lot of rain.

Many days become many
years; what is out of sight
still weakens spirit and mind;
all experienced in the body--
the flesh imprisoning the soul.

Trapped in this flesh encasing the soul; a chrysalis in putrid, cancerous crust, SUDDENLY birthed as a New Creation of
spirit and mind made whole.
Not perfect, but whole.

Escaping as a fly from the ensnaring web; one grain
of sand--small compared to mountain; small steps
of faith--unseen the process, clearly seen the results.

Many cocoons to transform
in, many steps of faith to
take; many webs to avoid,
many webs to escape.

Much poison to grow
immune to, much rain,
many days; all experienced
in the body --
the metamorphosis of
the soul.

A lowly caterpillar
Inching her way to a leaf
She spins her chrysalis
The sun rises and sets many times
But she does not see it
Because she has hidden herself away
In her cocoon
But finally
She begins to emerge
And she is no longer a lowly caterpillar
She has grown wings and can fly away
To a better reality

I am at a crescendo of this mercurially
fervent woe, maimed by the visage of
smoke and mirrors;
"a death in chrysalis is to live once again."

Draping into the worn out disheveled
silk, beautifully withered
lulled by the sound of riverbanks
as if it's pacifying the feral.

A star-lit eyes deluged with bliss
rose with thorn-teared flesh
overwhelmed by a mawkish melancholia. Although we were haunted by our old love, it will never be the same.

I followed the vestiges of your footsteps,
everything is a chrysalis of memories and forgetting.

It was you,
who unfolds a life halfway through my existence; I wish I wasn't there in your forgetting.

these words fail
to capture any such real emotions
we talk and we talk, sure
but you can't feel my anger
frustration, my sadness
left to wonder
in a wander
through the maze that is the mind

with pen put to paper
the characters resemble more inkblots than letters

and so

yielding myself to the misery self-induced
that has, as of yet, only ate at the heels
my chrysalis burst
but no winged thing emerge
only pus, bubbling out my pupa

4 years... Daily fears. why do I stay?
because tomorrow brings another day.
Strong to survive this nightmare
Though nothing about it's fair
counter each negative with a positive
I've always been a leader, now, submissive
ready to reemerge, rebuild, and reclaim
wasting this precious life would be a shame.

Crawling. I've been crawling. Down in the dirt on my abdomen. Searching for a tree to cling to. To hang from upside down. To take a step into the chrysalis. To be born a new.
This skin I wear, encases me. When I've moulted I will be free. I will escape the confounds of bone and flesh. Of time and space. Of birth and death.
When I pass. When I pass through this knot. The knot in the infinite line of things. I will pass through biology, enter into a state beyond. Beyond our senses. Beyond our limitations. With nothing to gravitate towards.
The butterfly, it calls to me. My day is coming, it will be free.
It's been inside of me. Been here all along. Waiting to come out.
I am not the skin I wear. I am not the title I bear. I am, I am!
We're all larva. We all got butterflies inside of us. Come and crawl with me. Get down on your abdomen. We're gonna find a tree. To hang from, and set the butterfly free.