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My life transformed
a metamorphosis of a former self
What was I? This person, this shell?

Was it written on the wind
that I be transmuted?
I see through the looking glass
that person be not me?
Was I ever in a pupae stupor?
Emerging from a chrysalis
ah yes, but not as a butterfly!
No, this other shell
driven like some frenzied bee
One sting - a death and gone!

My life transformed
more cocooned
isolated
A self within another self
cosseted
This is the grief road I tread
I chose it not
this metamorphosis
this other life

The lad, my son
is he nameless now?
Has he taken first flight?
A metamorphosis
from pupa to butterfly?

Olwen Schubert 29/6/1999