monarchMy body is not who I am.
I am not this ugly, fuzzy worm,
I am a beautiful creature,
 with wings, wait, you will see.
I am a soul,
 confined within a body. Or, perhaps, a body surrounded by a soul. . .
I am a soul,
 struggling to be free of this captivity.
I am a chrysalis, a worm, hiding in a small curled up space
I am ready
 to return to life, with beautiful wings, 
to wink at you, and fly away.