THE SWEET ACHE OF TRANSITION….
I sat numb and silent
in my unnoticed cocoon;
It was dark and cold
and felt like death.
However, I was satiate
to this succumbing silence.
Maybe this was all
was what life had to offer.
I chose this inertia
and rebelled not a pinch.
One fine day,
It hurt like hell.
The pangs of pain
alerted me to my tiny wings.
I was bewildered at this renaissance
and a little unsure of my readiness for it all.
I was not sought permission from,
and the next transition unknown.
Slowly I became unrecognizable and colorful
I was mirrored to a juvenescent ‘ME’.
The cracks in my cocoon let in the light,
and I became too heavy to be contained.
The pain had dulled and slowly replaced
by a new found joy that fluttered at my wings.
I knew it as a SWEET ACHE OF TRANSITION…..