Metamorphosis

The wind is high in my mind

It is taking me away

Kidnapping me, changing me

I am surrounded by this grasping, suffocating voice

I fight, I kick, I scream

I try to change it, get it away from me

It doesn't move, just keeps tugging, pulling me

The sky fluctuates around me: violent purple to black with sparks of stars

It feels like a tornado has come around me.

Beating me, grasping me

I continue trying to crush this grasp

But it doesn't work.

It never works.

Compared to it, I am weak

I become drained of this energy I once had.

 

It moves me to a pond. Glassy water tops it.

It makes me stare out at my reflection

I see myself, glaring.

Showing me what it changed me to.

A red eyed beast. Eyes glowing.

A monstrous victim of their disdain.

 

I have to willingly believe that I am not that.

I have to overcome its power.

I have to fight to show them

I need nothing of them.

I just need me.