Transformation // A Poem

You may have noticed that I have been doing my "Wordy Wednesdays" I just haven't been calling them that. To continue on with it, here's a strange poem I wrote yesterday.

Transformation of a Something

I rise 

From ashes, or whatever

I feel like a beautiful metaphor

I'm just a girl waking up

But this girl doesn't have much

And standing on her own feels like heaven

And staring at the sky

Is an incredible relief

After being lost in the mud

I'm not taking anyone's hand

I am climbing out on my own

And only going into open arms

After finding my footing

It's a stunning transformation of soul

I am something

A wandering something

It doesn't matter to anyone but me

Nameless

It's whatever, whatever

Okay?

It feels like a majestic sunrise

It's just a white girl rolling off the right side of the bed

For once

Soon life will be filled with "onces"

Once I was cornered

Once I was so miserable I almost died

Once I had a mohawk

Moving on never felt so fucking refreshing

It's a small thing

It's the biggest thing I've ever done

Who is that in the mirror?

Oh.

That's me

My face attached to my body

It's whatever

But I'm smiling

That's something.

Lady Unlaced