A butterfly flies its cocoon

A bear crawls out of hibernation

A hermit crab changes its shell

And lambs are always born in spring

My metamorphosis and arrival is nothing like theirs.

I have slept and awoken each season to find me, and even after emerging from my cocoon and I have changed my shell and crawled out of hibernation with the aims of reinventing myself. And with neither version perfect, my will and my expectations and those of others force me back into hibernation once more.

Perhaps I’ll find my perfect shell instead of making a Frankenstein of myself, maybe on my final awakening I’ll finally understand who and what I am, but for now I’m still none the wiser and still being reborn.