Karen Alc.

Rookie (December 6, Year of the Boar / New York, USA)

Metamorphosis - Poem by Karen Alc.

There's comfort in this darkness
My existence within the confines of this shell is numbing and safe
No need to risk the hurt caused by those experiences that life has to offer...
love, pain, bliss, desperation, elation, passion, misery, desire,
alas, the unknown

But as time goes by, this darkness that I once found so comforting
Becomes a blinding madness
The safety that I once felt has now become a danger to me,
And cautiously, my eyes begin to open
I realize that the walls are slowly thinning around me,
And I am involuntarily drawn to the faint ray of light
That I've detected beyond this sacrilegious barricade

The walls are closing in and I'm struggling to breath
I now want to find all that life has to offer...
Love, pain, bliss, elation, passion, misery, desire,
Alas... the unknown

My wings are forming and I cannot help it
They're beautiful and have a mind of their own
They want to do what they came to do
And this fragile shell is no longer a match for them

They will fly... and I will live.

March 12,2004


Comments about Metamorphosis by Karen Alc.

  • (3/23/2006 1:30:00 PM)


    Nena, nenota, Once a little bug, always a wonderful butterfly. Found your wings, did you? At last my bella princess begins her flight. Karen, mi negra divina, your words, this production, reminds me to unfold the wings that I myself forget to spread from time to time. My love to you, V. (Report) Reply

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  • (3/21/2006 12:17:00 AM)


    Beautiful imagry, Karen. Evolving maturity, instinctual desire, insatiable lust for life's experience - no... the NECESSITY to experience life, abandoning safety for uncertainty, embracing the obscure and unknown in place of the stifling sanctuary of youth... carried along on the wind of life to drink destiny's nectar... While this emerging butterfly personification has been used many times before, I'm not sure that I've 'felt' it quite this way before. The poem began later than I would have liked and ended far too soon - but as for concentrating on the awakening that the poem's title refers to, I am more than pleased with it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 19, 2006


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