Metamorphosis Poem by Thea Pound

For years I thought of awful things,
Below the surface they bubbled,
And though you noticed subtle changes,
You assumed I was just troubled.
You wrote it off, and put it down,
To things much less severe,
And looking back you wonder,
How it was I wound up here.

While the serpent that you are,
Busily chased it's own tail,
I underwent some changes,
My mind and faith were frail;
What you would call a crisis,
To not know just what to feel,
To gaze into infinity,
To question what is real.

You sat back in your ignorance,
So vain, so self-obsessed,
Leaving all the bigger things,
In your life unaddressed.
When your hibernation ended,
And at last you opened your eyes,
There was this new me, waiting,
Much to your surprise.

Eternity in the making,
Beyond your wildest dreams,
I know now just who I am,
And rise above your schemes.
You can't hold me back anymore,
I am a child of the light,
I'm letting go of my past scars,
And now, I'm taking flight.