I was like the caterpillar,
prolonged within cocoon.
I became unrecognizable,
like a distorted figure
shifting in the shadows of longing.
That well-worn shell shed off,
but slowly, achingly,
and then all at once.
unwaveringly, I wonder
when will I become something new?
It’s like there are all of these lives
I am not yet living,
and my wings are being crushed
under the weight of this one.
I am carried along ceaselessly,
but only by the ache.
//Collette Kristevski, 3/17/2019
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