Evolution

I came to my senses and felt myself inside a shell;
I did not know to escape, for I don’t remember how it occurred.

I calmed myself and accepted my world,
It was small and yet so beautiful.

Something inside me was asking for something.
I just woke up and was unaware of the feel.

Perhaps I should break the walls to know what!
Time passed by and I did not know how to break out.

Finally, I felt to bite. I bit and it was soft and tasty.
I then chewed and the walls became juicy.

Once I was inside the shell, in another form;
And now the shell is inside me, in some other form.

It was the feeling of hunger I realized.
Or perhaps, it was time to learn to live out of the shell.

I felt freedom and happiness outside the shell.
The world was diverse and with all kinds of smell.

I smelled, tried and ate all that I felt juicy.
Until I was tired and my body was growing.

Something inside me was changing.
I was changing!

A transformation once I did, was happening again.
Unlike I did, this was happening by itself.

I felt my skin as a shell and I was growing.
A transformation painful and beautiful into another me.

I wondered for the purpose of pain and transitions.
For I don’t remember how it all began.

I learnt, chewing is all I need to do.
And eating is to survive and grow.

I walked miles trying foods of all tastes.
My growth was slow but I felt changes.

I was tired and waiting for a transformation.
Or perhaps I should rest, I felt.

I missed my shell, but I had come long way to go back.
So, I started creating my own shell.

I used the thread from my new body and spun around me.
I saw the world for the last time, as my shell was ready.

I was peaceful and wondered no more.
I felt asleep and my body was resting in my shell.

While I was sleeping, I felt my body dissolve,
I was no longer what I was, I was transformed into something else.

Days passed by and I felt it was time to look outside.
I did what I knew the best, bit open the shell and walked out.

Transformation was beautiful and in depth,
Everything in and around me had changed.

I now had a pair of wings which I did not know to use.
My transformations gave me strength to try.

I struggled to stretch my wings.
I felt my energy passing through the wings.

And I flew, I did not rest. For this time it was special.
The whole journey made a sense.
I saw a beautiful world.