I hear the shadows: some yell, some tell, some whisped. My world mutes in and out, lights or night, comes and goes. I’m ready to break...

My orb sits tight riding and swaying with the voices of the wind. #metamorphic

Do these shadows know I exist?. #metamorphic

Lights move— shadows strike the edge of my world. #metamorphic

I. The lonely orb sits quiet on a leaf waiting on the threshold of life. Metamorphic is a poem that will be shared progressively over...