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Metamorphosis, a poem

Metamorphosis

I wrap my arms around my soft, round body
That has born babies and lost babies.

I raise up my arms and the painted scarf

Moves to the rhythm of the saxophone.

The road has been rough and I am weary of trouble.

My heart needs to dance and my colors sing.

I’m moving forward with resolve while not knowing

For sure where the horizon will bring me.

The power I feel is awesome while the illusion

Still holds me and breaks my heart.

I may be surrounded by a circle of friends

But I travel alone on this daring journey of survival.

Written by Karen in August of 2000