Weary, breath short and voice muted, I dream of breaking free. My tears dissolve into silence. Patience. Something within me is sprouting, fragile but true. Patience. A new chapter draws near, pulsing with fresh air, and I drink in its promise. Patience. Already, at the heart of the shadows, the caterpillar stirs, determined. It unfolds, transforms, and rises toward the promise of a new life.