I’ve molted again
split open and squeezed out
from a life too small
the new carapace hardens
thicker and tougher than before
claws larger, grip stronger
more of a mouthful, not such easy prey
maybe I’ll be bolder
just hope I’ll be lucky enough to live
to molt another day
The crab (a poem of questionable merit)
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This poem is so insightful. None of that caterpillar to beautiful butterfly scenario which is so false. This one is honest.
Lindsey Petersen
http://5kidswdisabilities.wordpress.com
Thank you for your comment! I was feeling crabby the day I wrote it, and the day before I had cleaned the crayfish tank: a very crustaceous synchronicity, and one I could not pass up.
Ok, when you can relate to crabs, check out the Morrigan – ever an inspiration for living to another day and the power of crabbiness.
Thank you for reading this post and for commenting. I never thought of crabs as relating to the Morrigan, but it’s a pretty natural and obvious connection once it’s been pointed out. Thanks for doing so!