Metamorphosis

I have led many interesting lifetimes

Different cities

Different jobs

Different lovers

Different friends

 

Some of these lifetimes

Unbeknownst to me then

Were only brief rest stops

Before moving on

I have always left

Too easily I think

Never as sentimental

As I feel like I should be

 

Other lifetimes

I have inhabited for long stretches of time

Settling in, trying them on for size

Wearing them like a second skin

Always all in

Until I am not

 

I have been many different women

I have been electric, extreme teens

Sexy and seventeen

In a hurry to be grown

To be gone

From the too-small, too-conventional

Hometown where I never belonged

 

I have been bold reinvented twenties

Sure that I knew everything

Ready to take on the world

Heart-broken new graduate

In Boston, three jobs

Futon on the floor, clothes in milk crates

Love letters never sent

My whole life

Fitting in a minivan

Graduate student in a new city

Stunned to find herself

Homesick for the first time

 

I have been young mother thirties

Losing my mother

Losing my grandmother

Losing myself

While trying to feel my way

Through the maze of sleep deprived

Motherhood, too many roles

Pierced my nose

To try to come back to me

 

I have been second marriage forties

Constant low level feelings of guilt

Trying to renegotiate

What it means to be family

New husband, new home, new friends

Learning oh-so-painfully that teenagers

Still need their mothers

But their problems are bigger

The stakes so much higher

Parenthood reinventing the word

Anxiety for me many times over

 

I have recently embarked

On re-evaluating fifties

Looking myself hard in the eye

I struggle to remember who I was

I do not want to be water running through

My own fingers

Disappearing into the ground

I work to bring back the fire in my eyes

Find the woman who used to be mine

 

On a whim

I put pen to paper

Speak words of truth

Remember that I have a soul

That I have a heart

That I have a voice

That I weep tears of blood

Iron and salt

 

A trickle of words becomes a roar

A revelation

An explosion

A home coming to me

I didn’t know what had been beneath

My deceptively calm surface

Always simmering, alert

Waiting, a deep hot spring

Of experience, passion

Ache, anguish, longing

Oh the longing. . .

 

I am terrified

Unsteady, off balance

And I have never felt so alive

17 thoughts on “Metamorphosis

      1. Oh yes my fellow Piscean, and how wonderfully is that! Wish you the strength to find your own happiness in what you are, and what you yearn to be, and may you be all that – not for anyone else, but for yourself! 🎂

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  1. Your words always seem to resonate with me regardless of topic…this piece even more so.

    Hope you had an amazing birthday yesterday. Many thanks for the birthday greetings.

    That old cliche still rings true – we’re not getting older, we’re getting better. 💜

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  2. Ooh yes, that’s good indeed. Thanks for the nudge in this direction 😊 Have you studied creative writing somewhere? How did you get so good!? Sounds like we’ve had similar lives in some ways… yet yours is expressed so differently. Thanks for commenting, gabrielle

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      1. Yes, I saw that, & checked that blog out… I felt a bit daunted by all that talent, but am hoping my courage will get the better of me soon 😊 Right now I’m in Adelaide performing as a Cloud for a Children’s Theatre festival, so I’m getting my artistic satisfaction in a different medium for this week! 😃 Thanks so much for your time & effort 😊

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