I've been crawling on my belly
clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own confused
and insecure delusions
for a piece to cross me over
or a word to guide me in.
I want to feel the changes coming down.
I want to know what I've been hiding in

change is coming through my shadow.
my shadow's shedding skin
I've been picking
my scabs again.

I want to feel the change consume me,
feel the outside turning in.
I want to feel the metamorphosis and
cleansing I've endured within

change is coming.
now is my time.
listen to my muscle memory.
contemplate what I've been clinging to.

I choose to live and to
grow, take and give and to
move, learn and love and to
cry, kill and die and to
do what it takes to move through.