EARLY MORNING POETRY Metamorphosis By: Novella Riddick I wont survive in here Bones are breaking And I cant stop shaking It is so dark in here and nobody wants to be here with me I am all alone i am tossed about like a punching bag flailing in the wind my knees are my eyes neighbors and my ears hear everything going on around me yet I am dumb and cannot respond even when i do, words come out jumbled others cannot understand me i scream for someone to free me but it is a waste of energy and time seems to mock me with the redundancy of new days the sun comes up only to warm this sack rain dampens it weighing it down all i can hear is this voice inside of me now telling me to pray. my legs get stronger somehow blood starts coursing through veins i didnt know i had a sudden tingle of bliss shakes my spine and something explodes in my insides now it is even smaller in here my eyes dont seep the same solemn tears as i am fixated on this new captivating change i feel my legs getting longer and longer once miniscule nubs now sticks of muscle that push through this fluffy woven spindle i feel as though i will be like this forever when suddenly i become oh so clever i stretch my arms to find a ceiling my back begins to inch as scars from my former self starts healing and then within a cinch large flaps are at full sail behind me strangers in my prior form now marvel at me amazed colors fluttering in the sky an accent of sunny spring days had i not been through hell in that small place beauty would have evaded my grasp if i hadnt prayed and fell on my face i would have died in my ugly past.
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 10:03:11 +0000
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