Soft white floating bursts
of milkweed memories
all I ever knew
until gray thread
came from the part
of my heart that wishes,
surrounding me with
fear and hope, mostly fear.
I heard once about
cocoons or chrysalis
fairy tales
Now darkness, loneliness
replaces leg-counting,
slinking, contenting.
Pupate pu pu pate
The hardest part
is stretching my wings