I change my shape
And form my mind
I am the chameleon
Of all that you know
If I need to find anger
I change to become sharp
Edges aplenty
Straight lines to chart
If you try to blunt my edges
I blunt them for you
I regain my curves
And let words slip away
***
Now I see
My ever-changing ways
I am returning to my former shape.
Edges and curves
Both in place.
I am humbled
By the beauty
Of being in my own shape…
And that feels so much better
Than my former transformations
Ever could.
This is so lovely Bethwyn! I can definitely relate to feeling like a chameleon sometimes. I hope you continue to post your poetry! <3
ReplyDeleteThank you, lovely! I am in a bit of a writing rut at the moment, but I am hoping to post more very soon :) <3
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