Metamorphosis

See the world changing my friend,
the metamorphosis-
not from cucoon to butterfly
but from the shell to scorching sunlight.
Eyes squirmed, body defensive,
I wait for my destiny...

From the protective abode,
been thrown out amongst rampant feet,
I squeak and scream
not to get annihilated
by the monstrous forces,
time, life, circumstances...

Muffled screams, outstretched hands,
cries for mercy, to monsters, to God.
The despair that i fight everyday
hoping against hope
to be delivered from this grind,
by God or Death or Love...

The anguish, the pain
of salt being rubbed into my wounds
by those, whom i cannot fight.
Experiences which i do not want.
They drowning me, my monsters,
my loved ones, my supposed saviour...

My saviour has got up from his crucifix
not to deliver, but to put me in his place,
He does not see- I am no God.
My life, my destiny, should be different from his
You tell him this, convince him so,
leave me human, let me make a human bow...