Chrysalis

A dark existence breaks apart-
and light shines.
The world is bright
but hunger presses.

Existence becomes life with longing.

It nags and tugs, this feeling-
this feeling that she has yet to be
what she is destined to become.

She believes she was made for more-
it is a certainty that builds and presses
from the inside out.

Time passes.

Her body no longer fits her skin-
she itches to be free, to be different
she sheds the old to find the new underneath
just a bit reborn.

Comfortable again, she continues-
feeding her hunger
shedding her skin
consuming and absorbing the old into the new.

Whole but incomplete- 
she waits for the monumental change
she was born recognizing.

Balancing on the cusp of a new beginning-
anticipating.

You see…
…she dreams of wings
…she dreams of being free.

When it finally happens, when the darkness beckons-
she goes willingly
building a strong shelter around her vulnerable body
transparent and beautiful.

There is peace in this waiting
and a certainty
that upon waking
she will be all she was destined to be.

Nearly complete in this short life,
complete with the wings she has always dreamt about.