Aphid to Fairy

Development and growth, a sort of Meatmorphosis....

The anger I didn't have has Vulcan's hands;

it forms new bonds, breaks the old

dogma of alienation.

Broke from the shield of the one's who 

raised me; love bonds and bands.

  

    It was not quite fear,

   Yet not waiting to take the stage.

   More a self-induced cage

   of denial and artificial bliss.

It was a long time coming, but I'm growing up.

I'm starting to reach the heaven,

Nirvana, true bliss

Olympus, I will sit with the gods   

  born of a vain, mortal mother.

And I'm starting to to realize  that

I am alone, and I will be

happy, whether Time will be by my side.

It is time to deal with the hurts,

and struggles,

and mistakes. This time, they'll be 

mine to deal with.

Ignorance is not bliss, not for them,

Not for me,

Anymore.

Author's Note

For all those kids who need their parent and safety off their backs....