I am a caterpillar
unaware that tomorrow
is the day I will begin
making my temporary home.
The mortar will come out of me
without a second thought,
effortless, a muscle memory
from another time.
Today, though, I am lost,
occupying this body
that I have outgrown.
I sense that I have already changed
in a way that is irreversible,
but my body has not caught up.
I wonder if anyone else sees
the incongruous truth,
what I grapple with deep inside?
I don't belong like this,
but where do I go from here?
What does one do when they
don't know where to go
or how to find peace?
So I put one leg in
front of the other,
I eat, I sleep, I move, I live
I hope, I endure, I...

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