Painting: Victoria Horkan
My growth as an individual is painful when pangs of separation from my former, dependent self stab at my heart, and freeing when possibilities of independence set my soul aflame. My identity is refined as the intricacies of my soul burn–smelting, extracting precious metals from the ore of my previous existence. A recreation of the old girl emerges as the caterpillar from its dark tomb, and a surprisingly new, independent woman steps out upon the world.
myemergentjourney 