In the in between
Nothing certain
The path unclear
Old maps are useless
All that I used to grasp
To feel secure
Confident
Empowered
Has fallen away.
I’m left alone
In a small room
Clothes on a single shelf
Sleeping on a couch
Many have slept on
Displaced
Cocoon like
I morph
hanging in a chrysalis
Vulnerable yet safe
Surrendered to a process
I can’t really comprehend
With no way out
But through
The caterpillar
Cannot leave her silken tent
She cannot say,
“I quit, this is too hard”
And choose to stay a Crawling thing.
She has a destiny
And growing wings
Is intense
And takes time
And breaking out is painful
And slow
But she will emerge
Beautiful
Capable
Fully formed
And fly into the night
Of her own destiny
Seeking that
For which she was born
Ten days an egg
Two weeks to fatten Crawling on 16 legs
Three weeks enshrouded
Then
Five days a moth.
Five days a moth.
No mouth
She will not eat
Her sole purpose
Find her passion
And bring
New life
Into this world
Follow your passion
And bring new life
Into this world
Five days
We each get
Five days.
To live
Our fullest form