Stagnant waters soak the earth
Where I lay, mired in filth
Desolate; my roots can find no purchase
This revival must come from within
Shed your skin, Metamorph
Sculptor of the Aenima; the only thing I truly control
Altered, my self made burdens
Slough away, revealing a steadfast truth
Carve into
The calloused surface
And expose
The transformed essence
Reshape the ego
Rewrite the code
Remake myself in this-
My chrysalis
