As a cicada blooms
out of its skin,
I, too, feel
the ache
of exoskeleton
and what longs
to live
in full expression:
to make a friend
of breaking
to become
the body
in surrender to
what will remain
once it shrugs off
its architecture
of protection.
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Kirstin Eventyr is a newcomer to the poetry world. She has been in private practice as a therapist for the last 30 years and has raised two children who hit adulthood this year. Her recent dream of snakes curled up in her minifridge, led her to believe it is now time to warm up her keyboard and keep writing.
© 2023, Kirstin Eventyr
Halfway Down the Stairs 