Metamorphisis

A poem I wrote almost a year and a half ago about a once great friendship cracked by insecurities

Metamorphosis  

 

The world is a spiral

Of conflicting personalities

Each one

Conflicting with the next

But sometimes

It is not conflict

Sometimes it is friendship

And sometimes it is love.

 

These personalities intertwine

Becoming one

A beautiful thing

So lovely and pure

Friendship is its name

And forever it lasts.

 

Forever it endures

Through sadness and pain

Forever it endures

Through darkness and war

Forever it endures

Through fear and anger.

 

Friendship

So delicate a beast

It can survive anything

From outside forces

But from within

The worst threats lie.

 

Insecurity

And fear

And sadness

And anger

And pain

They threaten to derail us all.

 

A night

Talking through text

A simple insecurity

Becoming so much worse

If she had not been so forgiving

All would have been lost.

 

That night he cried

And perhaps she did too

A once perfect friendship

Burned by insecurities

No longer the same

But something he is afraid of.

 

She said it was all right,

The sin was forgiven

But he didn’t believe that

Thing were different between them

The trust they had

Now limited and different.

 

Again they talked

Talked of the event

He had noticed the change

And so had she

Once the best of friends

Somehow changed.

 

They were still friends

But things were so different

They both noticed this

And discussed it

One thing

Had set off hell.

 

She again

Said it was all right

And he

Found it hard to believe

What he had done was inexcusable

And she kept trying to justify it that night.

 

Nothing was her fault

Her secret was hers’

His doubt

Roaring like a beast

 He questioned if he was a good friend

Everyone else knew…

 

He learned he was wrong

But it was too late

What had happened

Had happened

Inexcusable

And irreversible.

After this they walked in the snow

Laughing and talking

Everything was all right!

But this seemed like a dream

A dream of such perfection

He didn’t know if it was too good to be true.

 

He prays

For things to be the same

Every night

Praying to God

“Please let things go back to the way they were”,

He prays.

 

He hopes it is all over

She means so much to him

None of this would have happened

If he had trusted her

He understands

How can she, therefore, trust him?

 

He sits typing this

Emotions turning into words

The snowy day

Playing in his head

He hopes

That it will be that way with him and her.

 

 

A magic quality

They once had

He tries to recall

And recall he does

And it is beautiful

So beautiful…..

 

The snow swirls

And so does his fear

It rolls around in his mind

Like an enraged armadillo

He feels like ending it

And forever be at peace.

 

“I’ll take the guilt!”

He cries.

“Just make us Perfect friends again!”

He screams.

His voice lost

Amid the guilt.

 

He feels the pain

And perhaps she does too

Perhaps the both feel the fear

Of the metamorphosis

He doesn’t know what to do

He supposes he’ll have to take it

Hell, he’ll gladly take it,

As long as everything goes back to the way they were.

 

THE END

11/24/10-11/25/10

 

 

Reviews

[Alicia Beavis]

"Conflicting with the next"

The use of "conflicting" makes it sound repetitious since you use it two lines earlier. Maybe change it to something like:

"Blurring into the next"

Again, at the end of this first stanza "sometimes" gets used a little too much in such a short space. Well, in more than one place your language can get a touch too repetitious so I'd be wary of that.

I like the story you told throughout this piece but maybe, instead of leaving this in poem form you could expand it into prose. That's just a suggestion and it isn't bad as it is!

P.S. if you disagree with anything I've said, ignore it! And I'm not trying to be mean or anything, just honest so please don't take offence to anything I've said.