CATERPILLAR'S CONFESSION

At first, I was all hunger and knees,  
a rumpled sleeve dragging through the leaves~  
until the day I woke inside a rumor,  
stitched myself into a silent room.  

What a way to learn patience:  
wrapped in the dark with only  
the sound of my own heart  
unspooling like old thread.  

Then~  
the metamorphosis, the slick emergence,  
the trembling assembly of wings  
still sticky with the glue of becoming.  

Now I hover above my former life,  
its slow, leaf-bound arithmetic,  
and wonder: was it me  
who chose the air,  
or the air  
that chose me?

11th grade12th grade8thpersonification

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