CHRYSALIS
It is such beautiful word!
It rolls off of your tongue like a symphony,
Like a melody of perfection,
A masterpiece of syllables.
But, . . . in truth – it is an ugly process.
A breaking down of the soul.
An unraveling; A painful tearing apart.
A frightening change.
It is the worm of SELF dissolving,
Into a lack of -recognition of who I once thought that I was.
A frightening change.  A pondering of thoughts
A reassembling of patterns
A restructuring of paradigms.
It is .  .  .  A terrifying adventure
of familiar narratives rethought.
CHRYSALIS.  –  It scares the life out of me.
I am emptying. I am melting. I am dissolving.
I am enclosed in a cocoon of rebirth
Dissolving, Growing, 
Transforming, Emerging . . .
HELP ME LORD! I am afraid!
But, I am ready to change . . .
From worm to chrysalis to wings!
HELP ME LORD!  
I DESIRE – to take flight!