Metamorphosis of the Soul

In the silence where shadows weep,
A cocoon of doubts wraps tight and deep.
Lost in the maze of yesteryears,
I shed the skin of olden fears.

The night, it seemed, would never end,
A tempest where the will might bend.
Yet in the storm, the seed is sown,
For even in darkness, the heart has grown.

I was the leaf, clinging in vain,
To branches brittle from the strain.
But winds of change blew fierce and free,
Stripping me bare, setting me free.

I lost the hue of who I was,
A ghost of self in nature’s laws.
But in that fall, I found the ground,
Where roots of strength were tightly wound.

Now, I rise, not as before,
But as the phoenix, with wings that soar.
I am the fire, the burning light,
Forged in the crucible of night.

The echoes of the past still sing,
But I have found a different wing.
No longer bound by what has been,
I am reborn, from deep within.

For every loss, a gain is found,
A new horizon, a firmer ground.
And in the journey, I have seen,
The soul's true shape, from what has been.

So let the tides of life flow wild,
For in their wake, a brand new child.
No longer lost, but meant to be,
A testament of victory.