- An adult that needs to grow -

Turn around,
she wants to see you
so that she can tell
the drought and famine,
the feeling of damage
by the way you look at her.

Brown spots,
rotting arthropods,
she knows that you are in pain.
Hiding is not necessary,
leave your burrow straightaway
and face fresh streams of truth.

With eyes like X-rays,
there's so much she can tell.
Alas, you have no skeleton,
your skin sticking to an outer shell,
you spend your day in a swamp
with a carapace that's sleepy gray.

It is time to molt
- grow inside today -
just evolve, breathe, work, reform
until (maybe) you give up your shell:
hardening bones and softening heart
before she has a change of mood.