Metamorphose

A fabrication forged by fear A fading message held so near “Thou shalt not become inclined To undermine the truth inside” Settling the dark below Juxtaposing with my soul Frustration and a pain unknown Too terrified of letting go Encumbering to see the signs Unable to finally make the climb A destination never planned Is burying me in its sand A fealty born not of love Afraid to ever push and be shoved “Thou shalt never raise thy voice” This silence giving me no choice Breaking through the great below The contradicting, burning soul Reconfiguring its truth It must find its love, and find the proof The weight of letting go of all Within there stands a mountain tall A destination never planned Will place the map in to my hand