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!

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