Metamorphosis
Breaking from the cacoon,
Warm, safe; a protection, a shield.
Wet wings, unfurling,
tasting the first breath of morning,
seeing the world with new eyes.
Metamorphosis.
An ugly catapillar,
growing, eating, learning,
the Innocence of Childhood.
A wormish thing,
to a Butterfly in all her beauty.
Metamorphosis.
A woman, from a child;
feeling strange and out of place.
Yesterday seems to distant,
Life's first waves,
coming ashore.
Metamorphosis.
Looking in the mirror,
I see myself;
I'm the same, yet someone else.
Who have I become?
The End
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Metamorphosis, which
was posted on Aug 23, 2010 by
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