Encased, then broken open
Peas from a pod, produce a sweet vegetable. A caterpillar from a cocoon, creates the beauty of a butterfly. A bird encased in an egg, gives birth to a majestic eagle. Well, you get the gist of things.
Somehow when I envisioned my escape from the shell that held me captive in a dark and desperate place, I imagined the emergence would be a visible transition. I also imagined that once the emergence took place, it would be an end all and a new beginning.
It is an end all.
…and it is a new beginning, but like the real start in life, I have to crawl before I can walk, run, and thrive. The term rebirth is very real. It really is starting all over in discovering who I am.
That is all.