Transformation
Transformation
We all begin like a little caterpilar,
lounging on its leafy branch,
who would only care to move at the onset of an avalanche.
Until it embraces a daring feat,
one, we wonder,
will it complete?
It begins by weaving a simple button of silk, which it supplies
and dangles from it daringly,
as a chrysalis begins to comprise.
A shimmering outer shell consumes the figure,
as time continues on, taking a drawn-out course,
supplying happiness, or remorse.
The caterpillar's creation suddenly cracks.....
we stare intently, taken aback.
For the metamorphosis that had taken place
had turned the forgotten creature into one of beauty and grace.
Away it soars, into the infinite blue sky,
how did this change transpire, I wonder why?
Humans operate in this same way,
yet our creation remains the same today.
You begin a a caterpillar until struck with a passion and purpose,
a breakthrough,
the unstoppable pleasure enchants you.
Now you realize this is to be the paved way to a prolonged discovery,
immersed into your own unique chrysalis
and take a long recovery.
In your pleasure-swelling soul,
it soon becomes out of control.
The passion grips the tendrils restraining your heart,
but nothing can keep you and your love apart.
New days dawn, you are prepared,
for your new premiere of talent is about to be shared.
With all the intense power that you possess,
in favor of your interest,
the chrysalis crumbles to the ground.
Your talent has been discovered,
to those that you astound.
Your passion take hold
you travel to great lengths, so bold,
to your highest potential ever felt before.
As your wings rhythmically beat,
the transformation is now complete.
Copyright © Megan Kibler | Year Posted 2007
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