Metamorphosis

1
Once there was this me, alone, in a hard cocoon shell
I built it for myself as protection from something I can barely tell
I worked hard for years to make it as tough as I can
Shielding me from the vicious, unstable emotions of men.

2
I've been hooked to its dark, cold vibe and made it my abode
Its way is hard that no one would dare to make the road
Still I love it, or so I did, and will not let others break the code
Will not let claws unlock the chain towards life's harsh mode.

3
But my heart shattered as sharp, glittering daggers stabbed it
Breaking it into pieces; harshly plundering its every bit
Granted with no choice, I stilled, as I saw something lit
Blind me into its luminosity as I started to feel its heat.

4
Heaving in deep sighs, I closed my eyes as tight as I can muster
Crowfeet visible in my lids; audible heartbreak as my heart shatter
The darkness soon faded and red shades blanketed my eyes
Untying the blindfold and bared me into a world so full of lies.

5
For once I dreaded the warm earth of anew amorality
I fidgeted back for I found the metamorphosis creepy
The huffles penetrated my logic and I found vulnerability
Prinking me with a thick wool of barmy taciturnity.

6
My wings are insipid and refuse to make a flight for a flee
Consciousness unveiled; emotions perceptible already
Hands clutched as pain seizes me to its punishing hold
I succumb, unwillingly; galvanized by another wrenching jolt.

7
Yet, a savior came and cuddled me in a bona fide comfortness
Easing my worries, calming me with indescribable gentleness
Brain flushing impulses; welcoming the uncontainable emotion
Heartbeat deviated to a rhythm of a blissful oblivion.

8
Eyebrows furrowed in wonder of the transcendental evince
Wondering how I never knew about its existence
There is something more outside my shell, I thought
Conclusions settled in an awe of the warmth my savior brought.

9
He spoke and I halted for a better comprehension
"You're free now from the fatal cage of misconception"
My eyes widen as outbursts or realization hit a puncture
Flabbergasted as the pieces formed into complete picture.

10
I wasn't home after all; I never was
I've been locked in a room of abhorrence and faus pax
And now I'm lured by the dawn of a reciprocated philosophy
That reality isn't a slaughter house for my tempestuous insecurity.