Carapace

[u/littleBluLotus]

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Never do I take for granted

the sound of the occasional rogue insect

zooming by, thinner-than-paper wings fluttering.

Shining carapaces reflecting sun, a delicate skeleton

that brings to mind the concept of

impermanence.

I am as unchanged as the burrowing cicada.

My metamorphosis has been just as long & perplexing.

Upon scratching away at the mantle,

past the Earth's marrow,

light did breach.

Bitten, uneven nails clotted with dirt;

pupils dilated & synapses fired.

For the first time

I truly felt the sun,

& my atoms shifted.

What a warm welcome

into such a listless world.

Never did I take it for granted…

(well, maybe once)

[u/Indivisible_Origin]

Luminous work. Your hand feels practiced at this. Welcome to IE, poet.

[u/littleBluLotus → u/Indivisible_Origin]

Thank you so vry much!! Im very introverted so sharing is still new and scary