i’m shedding my skin
from the atrophied cocoon
emerges new form
this is different
this metamorphosis is complete
for the ten thousandth time
one hundred thousand more metamorphoses to go
at some past cross-roads
the evolution was not noticeable
this time, i am sharper now
eyes no longer analyze but take in pure essence
ears listen for depth
both seek substance
desire for touch is rooted in connection
no longer self service
heart is a lightening rod conduit
self advocacy has taken root
self protection has been released
in favor of risk
in favor of chance
in favor of serendipity
Thoughts and Musings 