Metamorphosis
Clouds coat the dreary night sky
A cleansing rain befalls me , as if to bring forth a new era
A cure to that which has plagued me, has all but swallowed me entirely
A wretched soul crying out for mercy, for an end
For a beginning
The cool clean mist rips every sin from my body, only to be flushed into the earth
Soaking in re-creation, the cold cannot reach me
Nor can the damage I feared irreversible
The dark my punishment
The rainfall my atonement
And the sun my freedom, my new life
Copyright © Nathaniel Boley | Year Posted 2008
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