Eggs
We are born into
black and white
Until life drips —
color
in the form of change
in the form of pain
in the form of shame
that begins to rearrange
inner and outer
Until we become
unrecognizable
Larva
We hunger for longing
for belonging
shapeshifting into pipe cleaners
bending to fit in holes
never meant for us
we are insatiable
longing for love
that doesn’t leave
filling ourselves on
other people’s poet trees
Chrysalis
Until we can no longer
bear the colors life drips —
in the form of heartache
in the form of rejection
in the form of…
beautified bullshit
And so we hide
no longer who we once were
no longer bending, only breaking
eating ourselves from the inside out
We hang
suspended
in our own darkness
Broken down
into pieces of our former selves
not realizing that this,
this is the chrysalis
our very antithesis
of who we thought ourselves to be
changed
in the chrysalis
of awakening
Butterfly
And so we die to self
The old has gone,
the new has come
Where once lived
polarity
now exists
one
And the life we once knew —
All undone
with the exception of life’s colors
reflected in our wings
