Split, shift, change – My consciousness craves, in the midst of an unknown terrain.
Lies in me the switch, itchings that ignite twitches as I scratch the corners of my mental framework.
With every second fear flows through me , like air pumped through a gas pipe, catastrophic.
Will my essence ever fit? The thought lingers as I struggle to fit my square, into the complex circular lair.
The shape of my soul ill-fitted, all conditions demanding that it be slim-fitted.
Metamorphosis. I begin to shed on every edge, shape shifting to fit into every circular ledge.
My soul cries out as I emerge transformed, like a caterpillar, my body reformed.
The pain of conformation eventually fades away, leaving scars that serve as footprints to the gates of metamorphosis.
Great work Stephen
This is so relatable. It is an interesting read.
It’s really worth the read
Insightful
Insightful and amazing. Definitely worth the read 🙂↕️
This is so relatable, perfectly captures how change is necessary—even if a little painful.
It’s worth the read, ride on Stephen.
This is nice.
Insightful
I am impressed by the wordplay in this poem “Split, shift, change”
and at the same time mesmerized by the brilliant contradiction
“I struggle to fit my square, into the complex circular lair”
Great work Stephen
Congratulations to everyone of us as we anticipate the results.