#WDYS

WDYS — Metamorphosis

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I cannot be sure exactly when it started, but I noticed some small, hairline cracks beginning to form on my hands, arms and torso. That is when I knew my metamorphosis had begun.

At first, other than me, no one noticed. But then, as the small hairline cracks grew larger and more noticeable, I could here people talking. Some claimed that the harsh weather was taking its toll. Others speculated that, as I was made from granite and not marble, I was no one of note, not a famous historical figure, and thus the workmanship was subpar.

But I knew better. My cracks had nothing to do with the weather, the rock from which I was carved, or the skill of the craftsman who chiseled me. It was merely my chrysalis, my outer protective layer, that was, at last, starting to break open.

My long-awaited rebirth is commencing and as I ever so slowly pull apart the large crack in the center of my hard, impregnable cocoon, I will soon emerge into something beautiful, something amazing, someting I was always meant to be.

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See. Photo credit: Marianna Smiley @ Unsplash.

WDYS — Hide and Seek

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It’s there and then it’s not, the full moon

Playing hide and seek with the clouds

A nighttime game of tag, in shadows and in light

Like a celestial boxer, bobbing and weaving

The moon peeks out and then fades away

The clouds, mischievous children, try to capture its glow

Yet the moon always slips through their wispy fingers

A bright beacon shines strong in the velvety night sky

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See. Photo credit: Kenrick Mills @ Unsplash

WDYS — The Long Shadows

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At that time of day, with the sun low on the horizon, everyone seems to be casting a long shadow.

But in the sense of the idiom, what is the likelihood that one of them actually will cast a long shadow before the day is done? That one of them will do something that will have long-lasting repercussions, that will darken countless family narratives, that will shape and take the lives of so many?

Do you want to take a guess? Is there one among them who will live on in infamy? Look carefully at the long shadows. Is there one whose shadow looks suspicious? Is there one who will commit a horrendous act if not stopped.

Can you see him? Can you stop him before it’s too late?

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See. Photo credit: Tom Barrett @ Unsplash.

WDYS — The Unmasking

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I’ve always felt vulnerable
Ashamed, intimidated
So I donned a mask
To cover my shame, my embarrassment
Giving me a clean slate to be
The man I wanted to be
The man I hoped to be

Then you came along
Wanting to know the real me
Begging me to reveal myself
Pleading me to show you who I am
“Take off your mask
Don’t be afraid to let me see your truth”
You said to me

I grabbed my mask and slowly lowered it
Letting my new raw skin
Be exposed to the air
I heard you gasp, I quickly put it back on
But you pulled it back down
And ordered me to stop
Then you told me
I was the man you wanted me to be
The man you hoped I would be

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See. Photo credit: Sander Sammy @ Unsplash.

WDYS — The Second Time Around

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Look what I found in the woods behind your house
Among the leaves, acorns, pine cones, and needles
You gave this, the key to your heart, to me
I think it was ten years ago now
Just a few short months after we met

We really hit it off, didn’t we?
Soaring to great heights together
We were still kids, young and inexperienced
And our ascent was too fast, too furious
We flew too close to the Sun
We crashed hard and burned

Times have changed and we are older now
We’ve both been there and back again
I know my mistakes and I have learned from them
Is it possible that time can heal your wounds?
That I might use this key
I found in the woods behind your house
To unlock your heart once again
And fill the hole I drilled into it
With a new, more mature love

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. Photo credit: Michael Dziedzic @ Unsplash.