Original poem transcription below:

My bedroom feels small tonight.
The walls that I once believed could
never keep me in, never hold me down,
are now closing in on me,
wrapping me up inside a cocoon.
What once was comforting has become claustrophobic.

I wonder what caterpillars think while
waiting inside their swathe of metamorphosis.
Do they know how beautiful they will be
when next they see the light of day?
Will they even recognize themselves?
It might be uncomfortable
for them to grow their wings.
Still, there is something to be said
for trusting the process,
for hoping unabashedly,
for thinking wide open.

I have so many thoughts swirling around inside my skull,
so many ideas, passions, inquiries, desires,
readying themselves to be freed—
building momentum, building pressure
until I just let them out.
Only when I open myself up, can my thoughts
carry me off to where I’m meant to be.

I wonder what color my wings will be
when next I see the light of day.

... and so I begin.

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