A butterfly emerging from its chrysalis,
a snake shedding old skin,
new life born from the womb

Becoming happens in the dark,
new life develops in secret,
the transformation of a being
is always hidden

I wonder if the butterfly trembled with fear before unfolding it’s wings

I wonder if the snake’s new skin felt vulnerable and tender

I wonder if allowing your new self to emerge is always a challenge

I wonder if perhaps it’s meant to be