Metamorphosis
You might have known
That it would be like this,
After life-times of returnings.
Shouldn’t you have remembered
your bold grubness
faithfully inching your way
toward the unknown mush?
Or how about the way
you couldn’t begin to imagine
the unimaginable that finally,
in its own timing,
had its way with you?
Then
THAT day;
wriggling,
squirming
and squeezing
your way to yet
another unknown horizon
Like the day you were born
Like the day you will die
Like the day that is here
right now.
by Sharon Mauldin
With love, courage and metamorphosis,
Sharon
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