THE BUTTERFLY'S ANGST by Tara Anand

After my spiritual teacher blessed me with a new name...

...I decided to legally adopt it as I no longer identified with my earlier self. Even though I felt re-born, there was an underlying anxiety and sadness that took me by surprise. Writing this poem helped me process this confusion.

The Butterfly's Angst

by Tara Anand

Cocooned no more

Emerging with wings

Awkward and lost –

I am … newborn!

I have a new name,

I have a new form,

I have a new world,

So why do I mourn?

“My God, is this ‘me’!

Where is my old form?”

Lonely pangs arise

Leaving me forlorn

I disquietly take stock

Of my insides and out,

Hoping a flicker of ‘me’

I’ll find in some spot

Reaching my heart,

I sigh in relief:

“Oh! I am still ‘me'

Not all is lost!”

Tara Anand (formerly Charu Agarwal) co-founder of Dhyana Life, is a Life Coach, Raj Yogi and writer based out of India. She works with people around the world, empowering them to bloom into their highest potential by forging a connection to their inner wisdom, re-patterning their mind and unlocking restricted areas of their life. A certified counselor & yoga teacher with extensive experience in alternate healing, she is especially passionate about supporting women to lead more authentic and fulfilled lives. Her inspirational poetry has been published in the international poetry anthology, Where Journeys Meet: The Voice of Women's Poetry (under her former name, Charu Agarwal). Write to her here: tara.dhyana@gmail.com, or connect with Tara on her Blog, Facebook or Twitter.

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