Metamorphosis

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

I emerge
Wings still wet
As my colors unfold
And I perch myself
And steady my legs on this clumsy cocoon

My slumber is over
Time to get on with it
And use these beautiful wings
Nothing worth seeing from the ground
Perspective anew

No longer a pawn
A Monarch now stands
Graciously bestowing
Wings to whoever would choose
Metamorphosis over monotony