Literature
Chrysalis
Chrysalis
Colors of every kind adorn your wrists,
And this is your outer shell.
With jade streaks and violet bands,
Holding together your growing form.
Tips of the marks drawing souls on your skin.
Representing a spirit of a girl,
With felt-tips always near the top of her fingers.
As her hand slips in yours,
And your eyes close as your chrysalis takes shape.
You’re growing before our very vision—
And you can’t be broken, when you’re just now
Becoming a butterfly that graces the skies.
And as your wings stretch
And your nest unsettles,
Your physical metamorphosis is nearing its end,
As your wing disks begin to widen