feeling so small,
and powerless.
Holding tight to my row boat,
As the dark ocean waters,
storm both sides.
My matted hair, soaked,
covering my eyes.
I sail alone,
without direction.
and they want to cut me open.
take away what i was born with.
my therapist said we are all butterflies.
transforming, changing.
metaphorically.
but some of us,
are changing,
biologically.
under a knife.
to save our life.
and that is the hardest metamorphosis,
i can think of.
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 3:11 PM UTC
feeling so small,
and powerless.
Holding tight to my row boat,
As the dark ocean waters,
storm both sides.
My matted hair, soaked,
covering my eyes.
I sail alone,
without direction.
and they want to cut me open.
take away what i was born with.
my therapist said we are all butterflies.
transforming, changing.
metaphorically.
but some of us,
are changing,
biologically.
under a knife.
to save our life.
and that is the hardest metamorphosis,
i can think of.
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