Cocoon cracks
Death shivering into hiding
At the sound of my heartbeat.
Wings flap
Acrophobia exit in fright
As I am ready for my first flight.
Past pestled into obsoletism
I am a new creature with no history
Prepared to pencil my story
Metamorphosis
Zoe-genesis
I am ready for life
Is life ready for me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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