Transformation in the human
Is not so obvious as in nature
We arrive at the melting pot
And overthink
The very brink
At which it occurs
Repeatedly.
The caterpillar doesn’t know
How not to grow
It follows instinct into the cocoon
Obliterated it waits
Its wings don’t appear
They self create
And at some point
An entire tiny being
Is decimated
For a new version
To take its place
So if the chaos surrounding
Is become intolerable
It may be that you are being
Made just enough vulnerable
To shed all that was never yours
And make space
For your destiny
To arrive
