METAMORPHOSIS
By Raven Shadowrose
Tinkering in my mind is a unclear state of existence.
in the deep dark forest of my imagination's eye,
I am surrounded by a myriad of trees,
with leaves falling like rain out of the sky.
They fall in my hair and into my hands.
I dance around gleefully, not knowing why.
The gentle glow of the afternoon sun energizes my soul,
it lifts me into its arms, and I am warm inside.
It is this warmth I feel every time that I am in your presence.
You affect me in a way no other has before.
I want to draw close to you, never to have the winter touch my heart,
hoping one day, that I too would glow as brilliant as you.
I am afraid of the dark,
The isolating darkness of a time not so long ago.
I exist in a social cage.
Within, I am a sparrow
that has tasted freedom,
escaped from isolation
Which confines my tender being
I sit, melancholy, trying to figure out a way to return my feelings.
to give you as much warmth or more then you have given me.
I am cold with out you and my tongue is a thorn that grows
sharper with every prick.
Everything is shaky, like a child taking its first steps,
I stumble, fall, cry, and somehow muster up enough strength to try agian.
Everyone I believe has a little bit of the innocence still left within,
in whatever form it might take
Will I ever be the same?
No, you have changed me, in some small and twisted way.
Nothing ever remains the same,
Life is constantly changing and I want to change with you...
Metamorphosis
