CHRYSALIS
It is such beautiful word!
It rolls off of your tongue like a symphony,
Like a melody of perfection,
It is such beautiful word!
It rolls off of your tongue like a symphony,
Like a melody of perfection,
It presents itself as a masterpiece of syllables.
When in truth – it is an ugly process.
It is a breaking down of the soul,
An unraveling of the spirit,
When in truth – it is an ugly process.
It is a breaking down of the soul,
An unraveling of the spirit,
A painful tearing apart of all that you thought that you KNEW.
A frightening change.
It is the worm of SELF
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
the 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,
of who I once thought that I was.
A frightening change. A pondering of thoughts
A reassembling of patterns
the 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! I am afraid!
But, I am ready to change . . .
From worm to chrysalis to wings!
HELP ME!
HELP ME! I am afraid!
But, I am ready to change . . .
From worm to chrysalis to wings!
HELP ME!
I DESIRE – to take flight!