Metamorphosis

And so those glorious, black wings unfolded,

 And they did still my breath

My every resolve was paralyzed with fear

I simply DID NOT CARE before them

I stood there and let them gather me;

Hug me…as though I mattered

The seconds passed as heartbeats,

And I was pressed, cold and numb

I saw no white wings of rescue

And heard no prayers of saving grace,

But the crush of feathers became more intense

I grew lost in them…became them

And so those glorious, black wings unfolded,

And they did still my breath

Copyright May 20, 2011 ~ Sheila Roy