Still.
Suspended.
Suspended in mid-air–
Holded
Compressed
Unconscious
Blood pulses
In veines.
Faded
Full.
cant feel-
cant see, can’t know
don’t have it.
don’t have energy
Nothing to move
Nothing worth moving
for.
Swaddled so cozy
So warm.
just leave
just let happen
on own
Change will come
Energy will come
just wait
and wait
Patience.
More of it
there’s more
of this restless…
sudden urge.
It’s almost like
I need to break free.
Once I was swaddled warmly,
Now feels
Like an eagle with binded wings
but no
Can’t be yet
Too soon to be true
This takes a whole year
Seems like a whole year
Still
I don’t know
Do I try to pry
free?
Bigger.
Stronger.
I can know
I can remember
So many nerves
So many feelings-
So conscious and clear
Like I have eyes all over my body
That tell me what I’m touching
what’s happening
what to do next
There’s more to me
Physically
Mentally.
My propellers are there
They are more clear now
I can feel them as a part of my body.
But not just yet
Any day now.
Everything
Crystal clear.
Light as a feather
Once I was bulky and full
Now I am slim and hungry
for knowledge.
So soon
when I will burst open
and be on my way
Energy electrifying
my senses
that are so desperate for diversity.
So much curiosity
I’m so eager to see-
and learn and find my way
On my own
I can do this.
I was born for this moment.
I was born to explore-
and change
My propellers are itching to expand
to propel me forward and out.
Of this protected,
small,
compacted,
space.
I must find independence on my own
I can do this.
Am I ready?
I am ready-
It’s time.
Senses
senses
Smells
so many smells
feels weird
cooling
Amazing
So much of
Everything.
Turn my front
to the right,
Feels so nice
to be flexible
I see so many colors
than just darkness.
to the left,
More colors.
and smells.
and rough things touching me-
Who knew
there is so much more beyond my container
My propellers are crumpled and bent
I use muscles I’ve never used before
That I thought were never there before
No wonder I was itching to get out
I grew more to me that was eager to fly
But now it’s like I don’t have enough of them
Stable
Balance, balance
Don’t give in
to this invisible power
trying to pull me downwards.
Stay upon my six sticks
They won’t break.
To the right,
my propeller.
Stretch
Stretch,
Out, far.
Feel the cooling
travel,
and tickle
the two stems upon my forehead
Help me navigate
I know where to go
My instinct tells me
follow,
follow.
Catch the coolness
I’ve been waiting my whole life
for this moment.
Advance
Chin up.
Together, propellers.
Up and down.
Again,
again.
Soar.
Soaring.
Still
Suspended.
suspended in–
Mid-air.
Author’s Note:
started in silence.
knew not of my des tined path, only
that I want to stay in much comfort and reliance.
weeks later was my big start to work and weave with
all my heart. I couldn’t see far. Only a few inches in front of
- Eagerness, curiosity, to read my prophecy. What
would happen, no one knew- I was brave enough
to see how I grew. and I did for days,
in my container, I was war m, quiet, then wiser
that beyond this shell there is so much opportunity
to prove my talent, skill, pass ions, and abilities- So
in my enclosure, the stro nger I grew, the
independence I gain ed, and the more I
knew, that bey ond this chrysalis
is a world so high, waiting for my
commitment to take off
and fly.