The Process

dormant
there’s no need to rush this,
hold fire, sit tight,
we’ll find ourselves complete 
when the time is right,
you can’t force metamorphosis,
we will hatch, 
our new born 
will form,
aborting is treason
we’re cocooned for a reason,
we can’t set sail without a tide,
we cannot grow if our roots have died,
wait, rest, convalesce,
you know you’re alive
when you’ve managed to survive
the process