She is like a caterpillar

Wrapped too tightly in her cocoon

Fear’s arms warmly embrace her

With hesitation she is consumed

She is a spiderling

Trapped

In her intricately spun

Web of complacency

The artistry is amazing

But her aversion to

Criticism and judgement

Overshadow her love for her craft

And she allows no one to see

Her life mirrors that of a worker bee

Ensconced so deep within her "corporate hive"

EXISTING rather than LIVING

Doing her best to survive

She is a baby eagle

Cradled comfortably in a nest of dreams

Too afraid to leave the warmth and safety

Too afraid to test her wings

But she soon realizes that

Caterpillars live life in stages

Spider-lings, bees and baby eagles

All MUST grow

Life is about evolution

Overcoming fear and making changes

Can’t spend life hiding from her own shadow

So the cocoon no longer envelops her

Metamorphosis begins today

She is a bold, beautiful, black butterfly

Flitting merrily on her way

Arachnid is her new name

She weaves silky, poetic portrayals of life as she sees it

For all to partake

She is no longer ashamed

The worker bee has finally left the hive

To create and marvel in her own identity

She is a sassy, sweet, honey bee

No longer is she a slave to the

Expectations and restrictions of society

Soon there will be an empty nest

Baby eagle is ready to kiss the sky

Reveling in her new found allure and strength

She will forever fly...