She claws her way out slowly. Her eyes are closed so she feels for the smooth, tough texture that encapsulates her new body. She feels a new sensation in her back, it’s the wings. They’re thin but strong. She shimmies and struggles, and uses her wings to push her way through. The casing cracks with the combined pressure of her fluttering and kicking and clawing. Rays of light streak through and she feels the sun calling out to her, to come outside. She’s nearly there.
What will the world look like now? She ponders as she works away at the chrysalis. I’m not the same as I was a few months ago; but have I truly changed for the better? Will my new wings take me to where I’ve always wanted to go? High above the rainbow fields and gardens; to far away lands I’ve only heard whispers of.
Nyasha Rambles 