Poem: Chrysalis 2/4/13

Here's another poem. 

 Chrysalis 2/4/13

This change is excruciating, blinding.

And all I want to see is a reason.

Yet, in darkness I find sight in feeling.

Sight that was eclipsed in winter’s season.

The coldness numbing at the genesis.

For so long a chance to find light wasted.

But spring came, growing in this chrysalis.

Able to feel light though blind and tainted.

The light itself a truth, an evidence.

I will never be what I was before.

And though a thousand shocks took my substance.

Its internal mutation gave me more.

What’s through summer’s hidden door? I don’t know.

The key: observe, adapt, repeat- and grow.