Chrysalis

Looking in the mirror
I see my self
But not myself

I barely notice the changes
The gray hairs
The wrinkles
The scars

The impatience
The yelling
The lack of empathy
The inability to stand up for what’s right

Did I ever really know me?
Was I always so weak?
Did I hide in a shell
And pretend I was meek?
Does the butterfly remember
Who the caterpillar was?
Does the child in me know
What the world does?