metamorphosis

I’m not going to apologize.

Life is too short a time,

and too big a place

to stay where I was once.

And I will not stop until

the mountain, stands tall without its peak,

an ocean, calm even in storm,

a burning sun, shining brighter at midnight.

What I was is a husk,

what I am is still moving,

what I will be is both the poet and poetry, in one.