My exterior shows no signs of wreckage;
I am a master at concealing my defects and self afflicted bondage;
Do I dare ask is it now my time to enjoy the intricate vessels of my story;
Taste the sweet waters till I am intoxicated with no more worries;
Piece by piece like a puzzle the beginning of metamorphosis finally begins;
The posers expunged from my psyche end on end;
The revelation of my golden light;
The illumination of the shades that have settled in as squatters no longer shining as bright;
As my cocoon departs ways and my true form comes to be;
My one goal now is to find my perfect tree;
My wings now full grown riveting colors often found on the most perfect noon day;
Maybe more like a raindrop hit with the mesmeric light of the suns rays;
Soaring proud with only love to exonerate any presence resembling what could have, should have or may;
My sites now set on planting my seeds;
There is so much to choose from must I only choose one way to be freed?
Who is this I see standing alone?
Why does her heartbeat sound like a hollow hole?
Her tears dating back to ones before her
Carrying their burdens as if she is the rightful owner;
The river no longer running towards her
The separation becoming further and further;
With no thought or apprehension my wings begin to spread , and surround this dimmed light , nourishing it, feeding it and keeping it warm;
Ensuring the growth and ultimate ignition of a flame so bright no one can detour;
My perfect tree on this perfect day
Embracing the oneness many keep so far away.