within the confines
of her tendrils
by the veins
of trepidation

the constraint
of knowledge

of an image
of that which
she was meant to be.

she fights
sinews stretched
tendons taut
‘tween flesh and bone
is her strength
are her fears
and the form
she once knew.
She awakens.

With wings spread, she flies away…

…and does not look back.

70 Comments on “Metamorphosis.

  1. Wonderful poem. ❤ I cannot 'like' it… my computer makes it technically impossible for me – but I do love it.

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