Chrysalis

The breeze baffles about my enclosure, reminding me the world without awaits, whether or not I wish to engage it,... The sun chasing the night signals a flux within and I flex in the rising anticipation of what shall yet be.

I’ve grown beyond the confines of this quiet refuge, to stay is to stifle and fade, my nature overrides the insecurities and I twist in the drive to grow and bloom.

The shell, once a protection, becomes an encumbrance, I push against it’s restrictive closure and it gives and cracks, sundering the cocoon and exchanging the cloister for the compelling air of beyond,... It beckons and I thrash free of the sanctuary that now looms of prison.

Perched with a tenuous grip upon the precipice of time I flex wings of grandeur I have never known,... Vital energy flows, empowering the newfound vehicle of the sky,.. as I gather my wits and center my focus, the calls of multitude vibrancy echoes about me.

With a tentative flex I test the diaphanous expanse that conveys such freedom, and with another stroke I find myself borne into the commitment of flight,... In a few short beats aloft I am dazzled by the growing panorama before me,.. My heart rushes in the expectations that rise like the sun in the east that shimmers in greeting.

I leave behind the carapace of the past, it’s purpose served, a memory that fades as I glide into the spirit enriching heights of an open sky, aquamarine blue with potential.

the tangled life of vines,..

kinda like people