she enters as one
weary of the struggle
the slow crawl
of a soul in agony
to know the purpose
of her existence
surrendering to all
she cannot change
to all she cannot fathom
a fine button of silk
is all that holds her now
to this world
as the final ecdysis* reveals
a harder skin
a tough exterior
belies her vulnerability
inside the chrysalis
a metamorphosis
is taking place
it is the movement
toward imago
the movement
toward realization
the movement
toward emerging
in triumph she sits
atop an empty shell
she leaves as one reborn
-stacy wills (3/30/2012)
(*ecdysis: from the greek, ekduo - to take off, strip off)
