Title: Metamorphasis
by catriona from South Yorkshire | in writing, poetry
A slow process,
Full of twists and turns,
Unexpected corners,
And challenging crossroads.
Some days seem like mountains,
Other like mole hills,
This is metamorphosis.
Just as a caterpillar,
I crawl into the chrysalis of my mind,
Feeling like the ugly duckling,
I hide my face from all.
Time passes just as the seasons,
Winter into spring,
And the light breaks through.
It shines on my face,
As I spread my wings to the sky.
Realising the change from girl to a young woman within myself.
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