Emerging

Hoping to rise again

Time for metamorphosis

From a cocoon of darkness, anxiety, and illness

And all too comfortable solitude

Crawling out of my old damaged skin

Embracing a new season

Growing delicate wings 

Inside this year-long crusty casing

Emerging step by tiny step

With painful effort

Breaking free

Squinting in the dawn’s light

Unknown offering fear or faith

Will I be strong enough

To break out of confinement?

Will I like my new self?

Willing to be transparent in frailty

Allowing the warmth

Of the spring sun

To dry my new wings  

And a friendly breeze

To aid my lift off               

Looking forward to flight

But where? To be determined…