Help me be patient with myself
During this metamorphosis.
This shedding of what has been:
Working Monday through Friday,
Week after week,
Year after year.
The security of routines
and institutional cycles.
I am disoriented, befuddled,
Unsure of myself
And what the future holds.
Let me surrender to the uncertainty,
To the discombobulating feelings.
I have outgrown the cocoon of the familiar
And hear the calling of something new
Beyond this comforting, shabby enclosure.
I am preparing to emerge
(A rehearsal for my final metamorphosis?),
And ready to fly.