Metamorphosis Poem by Joseph Cross

Quietly creeping, I stole away,
Into the darkness of my heart.
I took but a book, blank as my face,
And pen to write my thoughts.

Two days I sat with not a sound,
No murmurs from beasts hid nearby,
Though many times, It seemed to be
I saw the eyes of those I sought.

Forgetting goals, I waited long,
Humming ancient tunes so bold,
Awaiting epiphany and light,
To come in all this time I bought.

For some great time, I felt so weak,
Lacking in that wondrous field,
Wishing to leave this desolate place,
Though I wasn’t sure I ought.

Finally I found my way,
Enlightened by my misery,
Delving deep into the mists,
From which my heart was wrought.

I crept away, back to the light,
Once my task was all but done,
Relief washed over chilling soul,
As happiness was caught.