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.