🌙 Chrysalis of Light

A metamorphosis told in moonbeams — where breaking becomes becoming

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Miss Moirae hangs low tonight,
her glow caught in the hush between breaths.
She reminds me that even radiance must molt —
shed yesterday’s brilliance
to make room for tomorrow’s shine.

I am no stranger to shedding.
My heart has cracked in crescents,
my faith frayed at the edges of night.
Yet here I am — trembling, open —
spinning silk from the wreckage,
a cocoon of soft resistance.

The light doesn’t save me;
it changes me — slowly, wholly,
as wings begin to remember
the shape of flight.

So when the dawn dares me to bloom,
I rise — not as the girl I was,
but as the glow I’ve grown into.

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