I know it hurts
Don’t look away.
Form yourself like a chrysalis about to bloom
Whose body melts down
Whose body melts down
So those tender wings can take flight.
Form yourself, like a cocoon
Around that shapeless body
No meaning, no sound
Like the bottom of the sea.
It was born to you
This life
Is a gift
This life
Is renewed
Again and again
Your job, is to burn yourself down
To melt
Willingly
A fire in the sun
This happens more than once, unlike the butterfly
It is happening every moment
We are disappearing from view
And r e a p p e a r i n g
It is impossible
And yet it is
Yes,
The life that was born to you
Is a gift
So what are you going to do with it?
I am asking:
I know it hurts
Don’t look away.
Your palm is an unlocked door
Open, where a fist used to be.