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A long feast of leaves and crawling in the garden.
Hands big and curious scoop me up,
Into a jar smudged with dirt.
I hear fantasies of colourful wings and sunshine.
Months of this, I’m so hungry for change.
I don’t care if it will hurt.
I wrap myself in silk.
Dissolving,
Reforming,
Clawing my way out.
Brown fuzzy wings still wet in the moonlight.
Fluttering now,
This is the change I always wanted to bring about.
I’ve emerged as a moth,
Not the butterfly they expected.
After all this time of watching me grow.
A child cries as the jar is opened.
They should have saved us both the trouble and let the caterpillar go.
Written by Kelsey
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