The True Beauty of the Butterfly

Imagine being so compelled by circumstance that you must wrap yourself in a tight cocoon of your own making just to survive. Surrendering your life, as you know it, to some unknown future form that you cannot see because your mind is blank and your body is eating itself alive. Until enough time passes, in isolation, that all your cells have turned themselves inside out and been altered into an alien gossamer shape. Feeling trapped by the silken shell you have woven around yourself, you chafe against your confines with your newly winged being, slowly breaking through. Surviving your extreme makeover, you carefully unfurl your shimmering sails, waiting until you are strong enough to catch the wind.