Chrysalis

At different times in our life
We tend to walk into our shells
To take a cover
No one knows for how long
During the persistent low moods.

We never realize then
That it's only a moment of time
Before we move out of it
And swallow the pain
That is just too much to bear.

The state of chrysalis
Is a solitary and lonesome refuge
But a protected stage
For one to linger and re-emerge
Though altogether different
Still the very own self.