I suppose a butterfly will become a butterfly if that is what it is meant to be, but how long does it take for it to grow wings?
How do I molt out of this fear?
How does a caterpillar become a butterfly, and how is it so patient?
How does it wait so long?
How do I feed my soul in this stage of life?
What do I feed it?
When does pain become beauty?
When does the stretching end, and how do I make it until then?
When do stretch marks become beauty marks?
Pain and despair have been my womb, but I am determined they will not be my grave.
There will be a new birth.