My life frayed by change.
Feelings surge,
an agony of butterflies
circling in colorful pandemonium.


Alone
I seek my new self image.


Damaged,
metamorphosis
is now my mantra.
I am healing seeking,
that which shall be me.


Interwoven strata,
this life’s Rubik’s Cube,
twisting, turning,
where's the match,
the sense?


Kaleidoscope patterns
burning in my mind.
They leave me empty
among the echoes.


These residuals of me
Split and shatter.
Thousands of shards
glitter separate
and crying out
for bed rock.


As I stumble,
lost
in this boggy fen
of confused identity.