Into the Blue
Squeezing out of the old skin
A shiney new start. Again.
Letting go of that life.
Letting go of that persona.
All is possibility and potential.
She wriggles forward. Predator.
Tries out a different mask.
She's been here before. Many times.
Casting off. Re-emerging.
The larval stage can take years
And oh so many moults.
Then, one day, the sun shines bright.
It's time to go.
Reaching up through water into thin air,
Skin splitting, splintering
Wings spreading, see her rise.
The truth of who she is, who she has always been,
Through all the transformations,
Locked inside the body of a nymph.
To live a few short days
In the light.