metamorphosis.

“I wish I could crawl out of my skin,” you said,

like your soul was a black widow

creeping its way through this life, isolated and wary.

Well, I wish you could’ve seen your spirit

as the butterfly that it was

to the rest of the world, colorful and vibrant.

While you felt your body was a dark corner to inhabit,

with tangled webs spun by struggle and self-uncertainty,

to me, it was a cocoon of warmth and comfort —

a place to transform, a place to call home.

Your soul doesn’t crawl in the dark anymore.

Now, it has wings to fly limitlessly in light.

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