Personal Narrative-My Chrysalis

I yearn to shatter my chrysalis
To rupture my chrysalid womb to find myself in another realm without protection
As I forgo my haven of
Safety and security

I find the life and blood pumping into my wings
My wings crinkled and wet
As delicate as rice paper
Gaily intricately coloured in scarlet hue, those vivid yellow blades
All radiant and fiery as the sunset

A throbbing pain shot through each spread of these newly acquiesced defenseless delicate appendages
This metamorphosis
My journey to self discovery has just begun and in the struggle against the safe and secure that we at last find
freedom