I am hanging by a thread –
outside, a solid shell
formed against the world.
Inside –
inside I am liquid.
I am everchanging.
I am rearranging.
I am suspended in a
fluid, in-between state
of not this, not yet that.
Complete breakdown.
Complete withdrawal.
Desperately hoping something
beautiful can emerge from this
unexpected, unwelcome,
metamorphosis.
February 7, 2017