CHRYSALIS
Curled tight
In my safe place,
Eyes closed
Against the light.
Never searching;
Never reaching;
Never learning;
Never growing.
Wings closed
Against my body;
Folded securely;
Protective wrapping.
A breeze
Whispers in my ear:
“It’s time;
It’s time to grow.”
Timidly, carefully,
I lift my face
Toward the sound.
“It’s time; it’s time.”
Gentle hands
Reach for mine.
“Unfurl your wings.
It’s time; it’s time.”
Slowly, slowly
I spread my wings,
Growing, reaching
For the sky.
Rainbow colors
Suffuse the air.
Love surrounds me;
Life breathes into me.
“It’s time; it’s time.”
My wings expand
And catch the breeze.
I fly; I’m free.