Metamorphosis

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?), Transformed, And ready to fly.