Metamorphosis Poem by Aya Poetess

Nefarious nights
sweep through me
Thorns thrust deeply
I bleed, I weep
even in my sleep

Between moments
of apathy and agony
I remember
my destiny
Out of anguish
I'm doomed
to perish
only to be born again
Out of crud,
aches, and tears
I'm bound to create
to write
to make art
to nurture
my fragile heart

P A I N —
Y O U, I do not fear
encapsulate me
bestow upon me
your aftermath's splendor
and bring forth
MY
METAMORPHOSIS


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