“The Caterpillar's Labyrinth”

I venture in without a map, without a beacon, without certainty
. All I have is my weary body
and an echo that pushes me inward.

Every step is a question.
Every wall, a reflection of what I didn't want to see.
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I stop.

But I keep going.
I keep going because something inside me knows
that this labyrinth is not a punishment,
it is the rite that precedes freedom.

When I find the center,
I will not come out the same.
I will be ready to transform.