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Pupa (Adolescence)

How damaged are you?
How wretched and meek?
Sharp tongues cut deep grooves.

How loved are you?
Hands held, hearts beat in rhythmic unison;
breath held, a calculated silence.

How safe are you?
Bundled deep within, gripping tight against the cold;
warm blankets, battle whipping north winds.

How strong are you?
Iron clad, stoic, shoulders back, facing the sun;
tall, silent, and fierce.

How frail are you?
Tiny bones, held against dark night(knight?);
shaking legs emerging slowly to uneven ground.

How free are you?
Wet winged emergence, chrysalis cracked;
dissolving silence into awakening.

Comments

[watching-ships.livejournal.com]

You perfectly captured what a forging experience adolescence is. Beautiful.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Oh! This is good. I like that you started each stanza with a question, it does reflect will the uncertainty of those years. *thumbs up*

[rayaso.livejournal.com]

I loved the structure of your poem, and the phrase "Wet winged emergence, chrysalis cracked." Very well done!

[eternal-ot.livejournal.com]

Ah! Beautifully described those years of uncertainty...Loved this. Good Job!

[halfshellvenus.livejournal.com]

Sharp tongues cut deep grooves.
It's so true, even though we try to pretend that words don't hurt us. They do, sometimes lastingly.

This WAS a nice depiction of adolescence, with so much change and uncertainty and slow transformation toward the dangerous and mysterious world of adulthood.

[murielle.livejournal.com]

Oh this is beautiful!

I am in love with the last verse. Just gorgeous!

[grail76.livejournal.com]

Lovely collection.

[dee-aar2.livejournal.com]

Great job ... perfect description of the phase of adolescence ... Well Done

[bleodswean.livejournal.com]

Ah, adolescence! Your words are heavy with truths.

[dmousey.livejournal.com]

I liked this very much. Thanks for penning~~~D

[alycewilson.livejournal.com]

Very much the essence of adolescence.

[prog-schlock.livejournal.com]

I can't help but read the phrase 'Dark Knight' and think 'Batman.' :D

One of the things I find fascinating about working with young people is watching how and when they change. There are some really clear developmental changes at different stages of their youth. They clearly become different people, but I think they are almost entirely unaware that they've changed. Its really amazing and your poem catches some of the miracle of these changes - no small feat!

This song is a little bit more about the change we go through from youthful optimism to aged cynicism, but I thought about it reading your piece:

[adoptedwriter.livejournal.com]

This is beautiful! AW