i. what grows within an empty shell
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i once swore an oath to god
that a naive child would no longer
exist within my feeble soul
that a journey i would embark
was enough to change my entirety
into something worth more
than a lowly animal fed by its master
my sheltered hands would form calluses
as the marks of my growth
my petite body would reform
to the physique of a seasoned warrior
my eyes would lose it's light
for no rose-tinted shards
were enough to change the fate of every star
i was prepared for stardust to fall like rivers
my sockets left dry by the judging breeze
i imagine, a cold harsh winter
awaiting my arrival and dictate my survival
i was ready for what the world had in store
i was certain of the obstacles before me
so why- did nothing go as planned?
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MY METAMORPHOSIS
Poetrya caterpillar encages itself after its mother left it to grow; silver silk in cotton lies; tulips blossom in solace meadows; the tiny creature rests on a leaf; waiting for wings to grow 《 © disorientedsun | 2022 》
