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!
