Walking slowly on this boulevard of broken dreams
This landscape doesn’t invite my hopes and dreams of being a sprite
Always on guard against being crushed
Elevating to a branch in a distant tree
Now encapsulated in a cocoon
Alone in this womb, trying to make room
Body changing vigorously
Painful transformation giving life to new aspirations
Breaking the layer of confinement
Learning to fly
Seeing the possibilities before me
No longer a common bug
Monarchs are highly sought after
As I rest upon this leaf in the rain
The range of emotions begins to stain my brain
It’s the refrain for me
Pretty Wings by Maxwell
Yes, it is me renewed
In pain constantly through the growth naturally