Metamorphosis I
Metamorphosis II
Metamorphosis III
A beautiful word, metamorphosis
a painful word, for change stings
like winter wind's bitter kiss.
Pain gives way to beauty, wings grow
while falling in the endless abyss.
Patience, not knowing if
I'm actually changing at all,
mourning the loss of
a bygone life I called mine.
But then I see, through bloody tears,
the image of who I am becoming
all the long and painful years...
Worth it, for this power I can hold
pushing through chocking fears.













