78 Poems Tarot Project: Death

For the caterpillar in the cocoon

Does transformation come too soon?

Does the snake mourn the skin after it's free?

If change is the door, letting go is the key.

Does the chick regret leaving the nest?

Would we prefer not to outgrow our mothers' breast?

What is it in us that clings to the past

And dreads the unpredictable, inevitable last?

All things must evolve, age and transform

Every way dies, and new ways are born.