A butterfly stuck in her chrysalis
She lies compressed and naked in her hard casing.
Through the blurred layer, her enemies stand taller.
The distant buzz of voices leaves her chrysalis shaking.
Her inverted wings are protection from the panicked beat of music.
She is kept company by her racing mind and faster facing fears.
She is as still as she would be dead.
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She will fly over crowds and carry their storm on her wings.
The distance beyond her will quieten her restless thoughts.
She will float through conversations, feeling more alive with every voice she hears.
Her wings will dance to music as the rich beats of freedom,
Her vibrancy will be unmissable, and its attention will be welcomed.
She will be entirely unrestrained.
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She hangs invisibly in her tight chrysalis.
Threat of the external world has been stalled for a while longer.
She is choking on stale air, her wings are hugging her breathless.
A heavy dampness combines of tears, rain and sweat.
She yearns for the electric feeling of company,
Yet she settles for the painful ease of this disguise.
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