There was a time I would pour my soul into words,
with each poem I wrote...
I expressed a piece of my heart...
I'd like to think that I'm not this woman anymore.... I'd really like to!
Metamorphic - Oct 11th 2005.
For so long you desired wings
Just a caterpillar
Many many legs
Life took you on walks
Far and wide
Finally you settle down
Cocoon yourself for several months
And you change
Your shape, your tastes, your nature, all different
You have wings… time for testing
You walk to the edge, and then shy away
No longer solid as you once were
The gentlest breeze seems to buffet you
Fazed by silent nothings
You can stare proudly at your wings
But lacking in confidence
You cannot use them
So you sit on a leaf
Pretty, capable,
But still afraid to fly!
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