A massive change
Is not impossible
A growth
A transformation
It's the cycle of life
Never shall I ever
Be a static woman
For more than a moment
Change is the air we breathe
The rhythm hearts beat
Change is inevitable
And a bridge for all to cross
Change seldom
Leads first to ideal places
But bridge
After bridge
Shall we meet
And one day
The bridges will lead
Somewhere beautiful.
A caterpillar
Must dissolve to mush
Enduring the crucible
Of total destruction before recreation
Of nothingness
Within inches
Of ceasing to exist
Only after it has come
To the point of being nothing
Does it turn around
And begin becoming everything
No one could have imagined
A caterpillar
And then mush
Could be
Such is metamorphosis
Radical, painful
Inches from ceasing to be altogether
Such is metamorphosis
That when all seems to be nothing
From nothing springs forth the unbelievable
The crucible is a dark place
Indefinite, lonely
A lightless world
Of limitless grim possibility
To the crucible
Come those many
Who are naïve
And untested
From the crucible
Exit finely molded creatures
Great and small
Whether it is their first forging
Or nearly their last
Before departure,
Caterpillar after caterpillar,
Innocent after innocent,
Pass through the fires
Of testing, pain, and trial
Emerging as
The finest, most delicate
Most resilient
Most unbelievable
Miracles.
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Life When Living Awake
Poetry• sequel to A Book of Rhyme, Rhythm, and Time • Life goes on. "Life When Living Awake" explores joy, heartbreak, hurt, loneliness, and learning how to get back up and keep trying. It's about being loved and being hurt and healing from the hurt whil...
