This Small Chrysalis

I’m feeling trapped

In this small chrysalis

Dreaming of flowers, trees,

And other things I miss.

I want to burst out of here,

Let my wings fill in just right,

So I can satisfy my need,

My yearning to take flight.

It can be isolating

Waiting in here

As other butterflies fly

Without care, without fear.

It can get annoying

When other butterflies say,

“Why aren’t you out, lazybones?

Stop getting in your own way!”

I don’t know why I can’t escape

This suffocating shell.

Perhaps I don’t have the energy?

Perhaps I am unwell?

I must give myself more time,

And perhaps much more love.

One day, I’ll leave this chrysalis

And venture to the skies above.

Caimille Wolf