I keep trying to enter danger
to dare
to become something more
than what I first was.

I keep looking for a way
to transform into a broad-chested hero
through a secret word
or a magical motion
or a flick of super-science switch.
I keep hoping to improve
into a better iteration
of myself.

I keep heading out on quest
to have the adventures that will grow me
into that which I want to be.
I want to be someone they talk about
someone they believe in
someone who believes in himself.
I keep seeking chrysalis.

My therapist tells me it’s a bad idea
that I can change
without risk
without violence.
I keep trying to convince him
to see the same movies I see.

He keeps trying to get me out
of solitary confinement.