Metamorphosis

All that noise,

All those screams.

She lived over,

and over.

In reality-

In her dreams.

They echoed

And bounced

From wall

To wall.

Splashing harder-

Pushing further,

And lower she would fall.

As the waves ripped and curled

Around her weakened stance,

She found power-

In this rhythm,

Embraced the rain,

And chose to dance.

She moved with grace,

Blind faith-

And embraced each passing storm.

A forcefield formed around her,

A cocoon to keep her warm.

And in the end

She found this weather

Was the greatest gift of all.

Once weighed down

Now with wings

She will fly

Instead of fall.

-Kelly Wiman