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When I first got the surgery, I wrote this, its a prose poem.... becuase it fits my situation so well, i feel its one of my best works, Just thought Id share it with yall. Hope you enjoy!
My Chrysalis
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I had become quite empty, crawling through the dirt of the world on my belly, like a caterpillar, stuffing myself. Unable to conform to my own skin I molt, shedding each exoskeleton for a larger one. Growing larger, I watch the delicate butterflies float along the sidewalk in shades of pink and purple Abercrombie finally deciding that now is the time for my metamorphosis. <O:p></O:p>
Spinning my pupa, I face the world around me filled with both fear and excitement. As each pound is erased I become incased in my silken cocoon. Staring forward, hypnotized by the dark, inner sanctum that holds me back, I catch myself watching the movie of my life in the mirrors on the street, examining cheekbones and non-gapping blouse buttons, distracted, ignoring that which surrounds me, leaving me nothing to offer the outside world because all my energy is focused toward my inner transition. <O:p></O:p>
Will this protective case will support me as the weight continues to drop or should I break free now and remain a larva, because I might not be strong enough to open my wings and fly.<O:p></O:p>
Stand back! as I begin to crack open this cocoon. Resist the temptation to help me break through, no matter how great it may be, I must do this on my own. This emergence is my personal battle, armed with determination; the struggle builds the strength I need to survive outside my chrysalis. <O:p></O:p>
Despite it all, I cant help but wonder if butterflies identify caterpillars as their past relations or if as I break free and step out of the weight, Ill be the beautiful butterfly or will with the pounds, Ill lose myself.
~Kelly Lynn McDowell~