Metamorphosis

A plump dose of being insecure,

devouring everything,

anything but still left wanting more.

 

The sting of the world leaves you to weep,

you end up smothering yourself,

all you do is sleep.

 

Your first new steps are tentative and demure,

still you stand a little taller,

you are feeling much more sure.

 

Drips of life start filling up your well,

your soul becomes aware,

it is perfect in any shell.

 

Springing off the edge,

time to take flight,

leave behind the night and learn to bask in the light.

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About Billie Jo Schinnerer

Born and raised on the edge of the Helderberg Escarpment in eastern New York. Formerly a primary and middle school teacher. Moved to the North West area of England in 2003. Now a mother of three and a wannabe author.
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