Ravelling

I am changing.

Contorting.

Distorting.

Metamorphosing.

Twisting into.

Bending onto.

Warping.

Writhing.

Looping.

Buckling under.

Snaking over.

Folding.

Crumpling.

Curling.

Meandering along.

Wrinkling apart.

I am afraid.

But not of this.

This process.

I am afraid

Of the question

What if.

What if after all this

I am worse off than before ?