metamorphosis
two decades waiting to become someone
the sun might bathe in iridescence
hidden away in duvet cocoons,
darkened rooms and borrowed exoskeletons
hung upside down, i urged rebirth,
the rush of blood, not enough to amend me
as i idolised words like 'personable', 'effortless',
'effervescent' and those that they described
ignoring the spaces i rejuvenated,
the soil i toiled within, the signs of new life
obsessive and never understanding why
only caterpillars become butterflies.
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