Author : Cadence Beret

The imago I dreamed of
The life I was to live
Has not materialized
Not metamorphosized

Forever and for always
I writhe and wreathe on concrete
Searching for the softer green
Where I can rest in ecdysis

I’m still pupa-like
Although I’ve shed my chrysalis
I remain forever
In butterfly effect

Not metamorphosed yet
I cannot spread my wings
I still have sticky feet
That keep me close to concrete

Every day I writhe and wreathe
Searching for my imago
I’ve yet to see or become
The beauty I am made of

Copyright © Cadence Beret – all rights reserved.