One day
When I was wrapped up tightly
I didn’t care who couldn’t see.
The chrysalis met all my needs
all I had to think of was the fact
that I was on the brink of a bloom.
Something big would come of it
and I’d just have to wait
I’m honestly still a slug in here
but one day, one day
I’ll be just as beautiful as fairies
and I’ll fly like one too
But the metamorphosis is just beginning
I am only a worm in a cocoon.
One day, one day.
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Ending a stanza with “brink of a bloom” is magic. “Honestly still a slug” is simple and powerful. great write.
I, too, love “I was on the brink of a bloom!”
I love this! You painted the most beautiful picture…with words.♥️