by Adam Kennedy

Created on: November 23, 2009

Metamorphosis

Through this self imposed exile I lie in wait, to discover what I have become, what I have always been. The "I" that was known is reduced to a primordial broth. A mere remnant of the self that once crawled along, content to feed on the lowest branches, while all the while gazing towards a sky that at once seemed alien yet reminiscent. The pangs of reordered existence haunt the fabric of my being, a subtle doubt creeps in; who am I to soar the lofty heights? Then at once, and with gentle reprieve, this shroud of unknowing, this beleaguered shell of former actuality, breaks with the dawn to reveal a soul anew. With raised head and open wing, the heavens beckon forth. I soar with the grace of angels, and shine with a beauty never before imagined, only now realized. I have died to myself only to be reborn once more, into a world whose attitude and altitude are my liberty, my birthright, and my true home.

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