Lately I’ve wondered who am I?
Who am I and what am I doing?
Have I always been this person or…
Was I molded into this being by my experiences?
Does what I’ve been through affect me or…
Does who I am affect what I’ve been through?
So far I’ve received no answer.
No deeper understanding of who I was or what I’ve become.
Did my dreams change or am I the person I’ve always wanted to be but…
The grief is deep as I struggle within my cocoon.
The painful ripping and tearing of flesh as my new wings sprout.
Who ever thought that the beauty of a butterfly was achieved so peacefully was wrong.
To break forth a new being is incredibly painful and scary.
It’s the loneliest point in a life.
To be all that you are meant to be.