Metamorphosis

By Sawyer West-Toebe, 17, Wisconsin

I’m wrapped tightly in a clean-creased-cocoon. 

Isolated and invisible from public-eye, 

like humans and animals, 

my beauty is overseen. 

Ever-so-delicate wings, 

gentle, 

like the smell of rain hitting the pavement, 

on a summer day.

I observe from my encased-epidermic-envelope.

Trapped and confined in a home, 

away from everything there is to see.

Awaiting my alacritous liberation, 

my freeing, to say.

My wings, 

shaded with hues of blue.

Prussian, 

cerulean, 

manganese. 

Nearly as blue the ocean depths,

when the sun rays reflect exquisitely on the hushed waves.

I crack open my gracefully-glossy-garb.

Fluttering in the air,

my newly known freedom, 

and curiosity of the unknown.

For the first time in my life,

I am able to experience the admirable world.

Just as graceful as me.

The green oaks,

the light breeze,

the bitsy lilies,

the blank clouds.

No longer wrapped or encased, 

in the cocoon I called home.

For I am free into the world, 

that’s waiting for me.

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I was inspired by the word ‘metamorphosis’. As a junior in high school, I’m going through a lot of change. In a year, I plan to go to college and begin my own journey of self discovery. Although change can be difficult at first it helps you grow as a person. 

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Photo by Fleur