I had spun myself into a protection of silk

I had spun myself into a protection of silk,

for I needed rebirth, to feel my body change.

Metamorphosis encasing my soul with caresses,

I transformed, no longer ugly, no loner strange.

Time I needed and privacy I used,

to ponder over the damage thought done.

But nothing has changed and I still desire,

to share my talent with you loved ones.

I tried abstention from this relieving course,

but how my fingers craved this air.

Often straightening and stretching to touch the keys,

as staying away from my creations, I couldn’t bear.

I reached forward and tore open a freeing gap,

the poetic freshness I could finally feel.

I breathing in essence for my desperate lungs,

offering thanks to this window, I lower and kneel.

Climbing onto my chrysalis, I’m still careful to cling,

for time is still needed to allow my wings to dry.

Stretching them high and wide, I close my eyes and wait,

it feels so incredibly beautiful here, alas, I let out a sigh.