Clinging To The Hand Of Metamorphosis Poem by Kaleb Falin

In my relation to all,
People,
The ones I call friend and family,
The strangers too,
You are all familiar,
We are humans living in many forms,
To the child across the sea,
The lowly innocent ones who hunger,
To the great men and women,
And the weak ones too,
All mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters,
For those who will never know that,
I wept in their suffering,
I cried for you,
This is for you,

We,
In chemistry,
The study of transformation,
Interaction,
Action and reaction,
The reeling power of anew,
Metamorphosis
Every day,
A new day,
Shattered from within the wax ball,
We all live in,
There,
Burns the fire of our passion,
Today passion has grabbed me,
By the bareness of my pressing skull,
And looked me in the eye,
So I may really know her,
She set me beside a new window of perspective,
Its vantage point overlooks mirror and telescope,
I see both the valleys and mountains,
Rivers and caves,
Gardens and wastelands,
You and me,

Looking from rose glass of my new widow,
I am a brand new me,
But yet still myself,
But never the old self,
Most days, now, I am quiet,
The mouse, the listener,
Some days I am the buzzing hum,
Of silence,
The calming roar of the storm,
That calling tranquility who lulls us all to sleep,
Only to wake up better than before,
Reborn,
Knowing I am not myself,
Grounded in the solid truth,
That I am not my own,
I belong to you of course,

I have taken many shapes,
I have been many others things,
Not true to myself or anyone,
And to you for that matter,
I am not proud to say,
I have been the foul stench of urine,
I have been the force that shatters glass,
I wouldn't want many to know these,
Truths about me,
I was the stain on your carpet,
And the rip in your favorite shirt,
My fury was never as wrong as,
When I was the reason,
Hearts bled like razors,
In the sick pit of your stomach,
Where bile waits it turn to spew,
I have been blackness of the lies of midnight,
Other days I howled savagely at the moon,
That is,
Until I became,

The break in the morning twilight,
And then all at once birds in flight,
I felt the turn in the bank of refracting light,
I saw laughter from the inside out,
I was the steam in your shower,
I am not certain,
But once,
I may have even been your bed,
Or at least the drool on your pillow,
I've even been the breeze on your sweat laced brow,
And I long to be the wind beneath your feet,
I have been the stinging salt in your tears of sadness,
But don't forget I was the coolness your tears of joy,

Don't worry though,
Never worry,
There is absolutely no way,
I could ever be you,
No one could ever be you,
Obviously,
Except you,
More than anything else,
I want you to know,
No beauty is as lovely,
No glory has ever been revealed to me,
No sunset has known the majesty,
As when,
You and I,
Were we,
When we were us,
I find comfort in,
The fact,
We never cease to be,
I will never know me without you,