My Metamorphosis Poem

This feels more like a theme of my life over the years. This won in a contest and I was honoured, but what was more, was that I felt validated in some strange and beautiful way.

In honour of the poem I may not have shared then but I did get a tattoo while visiting Kelowna, to reflect it ( below). It was a cover-up by my first tattoo 'Resilient.' Unlike the Resilient one, or some of my other tattoos, this one actually really hurt surprisingly... because he used this white spot technique which involved mini stabs against my ribs like 20 times (or at least that is what it felt like!) but I looove how it turned out. That pain feels poetic anyway in itself... one cannot always appreciate the light without the dark (little stabs).

My Metamorphosis

Before I could fly,

things were slow and tough…

Barely surviving as a larva,

called “too much” or “not enough.”

Never enough room,

and too much fuzzy hair…

Having no place for me,

still they had to stop and stare.

Hiding seemed safer,

just a little lonely and tight…

Until I began to shed my old skin,

which hurt…but also felt right.

There was no one to say that I am doing it wrong,

just my own cocoon…

holding onto me strong.

Feeling alone was something I was used to,

but finding acceptance…

is when my wings broke through.

They grew more and more each night and day,

guiding me out of my darkness…

into a new way.

Sipping on sweet nectar now,

I think back to my dark hidden season…

When I transformed into a butterfly,

and learned to fly on my own…

for my own will and reason.

'Metamorphosis'