Metamorphose

I sat and watched

the desolation of the night

evolve into the soft morning.

I turned my face to the sun

and saw the shadows

fall like sheets behind me.

The grimness of the past

was but one minute

in my cascading life.

The manner in which

I coped with the past

made the difference

and the tide turned,

the world didn’t end.

I left the bad tremors

in a heap

of nonchalance

and shucked

my caterpillar husk

allowing my

inner butterfly

to soar free into

the pink clouds

of grace.