From Danna Faulds:
Metamorphosis
Called by the confines of this chrysalis by a force I cannot see or name, I am compelled
by pain and something bigger than myself to leave the protection of all that I have known.
There is struggle, doubt, an awkward setting forth.
Finally I break free of the cocoon and find myself surrounded by air and light.
I dare to act, still not knowing what I am: instinct, or maybe faith bids me move forward,
make the leap, explore this mystery of change and flight.
I find myself with wings that dwarf my former world. Unfurled, they dry quickly in the sun.
I, who expected to spend my days crawling, now teach myself to soar.
Such a rush of wings and freedom -
that first flight teaches me more than I had learned in a lifetime of crawling.