Medium: Acrylic paint and Graphite pencil by Michelle Orellana
Metamorphosis
There is this worm that slithers on its belly searching for meaning
Feelings of worthlessness surrounds its being.
Never seeing
Beyond the grey weeds that it once called home
Never roamed
Never broke free
Never saw the hope some see
But then appeared a light
But not just any light, this light shined oh so bright
The light wrapped it in a casing so tight yet so warm
Even through the storm, the casing was never torn
Then suddenly the worm felt the light starting to break through the shell slightly
It thought to itself ‘I feel different this isn’t like me’
It thought to itself ‘This shell that I thought was meant to hurt me was really meant to shape me and mold me’
The very thing meant to hold me
The encasing that warmed this cold heart and got rid of the old me
Then suddenly the light burned and broke through the shell
The worm couldn’t tell that it no longer slithered
The very thing that hindered it from flying was old, gone, and dead
Now instead it had wings and finally could fly
High in the sky
Above the wasteland it called home and said its final goodbye.