Metamorphosis

By RRSuperNova

** This was first published in the 7th volume of The Chachalaca Review

I am the mermaid
That sings her notes
Calling who ever approaches
Enchanting their minds
With imagination
Beyond their sight.

I am that astronaut
That reaches the stars
That breaks them apart
Forming the powder
Of magic itself.

I’m the wizard
That wonders in fantasyland
That comes out of books
And enchants this land.

I am that shape shifter
That hurts all around
That’s beyond comprehension
That’s learning her transformation
And runs towards a new destination.

Yes, I am that princess in distress
That waits for her prince
The savior of her dreams.

I’m also that introvert
That breaks from her binds
That has a strong sense of justice
Elixir for her great powers
To help the people around.

Yes, I am that writer
That once wanted to become
An infinity of possibilities
Yet her calling is this.

From immature beliefs
That now have become
Written words as it seems.
Like that butterfly
That has just come out of her cocoon
Barely opening her wings
Engaging into this wonderful world.

I morph into my protagonist
Although I suffer her losses
I also enjoy her road of achievements.
However, I’m also a villain
That’s a Machiavellian
And enjoys her sadistic approach
Killing all that comes in her way.

Yes, I finally put it into words
A storyteller in the making
I’m a writer
That morphs
Into this world of possibilities.

Words From Within

By Rosalva Ruiz (SuperNova)

I wouldn’t say
It’s a poem per say
It’s an out cry
From inside
Bleeding lines
Looking for a healing tonic
To induce an unfinished scar
While praying this pain
Is but another past
Another world
I can cast aside
Another reality
Written in paper
With this humble hand
Deliberating
If I should also
give it breath
Or just burn it
As if a secret mission
Never to be known.

Raw honey
That smoothens
My rough throat
Untying this knot
Giving reign
To this voice
To this pen
To this written page.

Glass like tears
Melted
Purified water
To be drank again
And again
Until others knots
Are untied as well.

Raw words
Not beautified
Just outlined
A beginning to an end
And end to begin
That is all…

Diamond in the rough

This is a girl who loves to dream
She leaves behind her reality
And catches lucky stars
With her bare hands.

She awaits for her prince charming
In her dreams
However, she is the knight
That gallops in the street
In her real life.

She seems sweet in her dreams
With ribbons and pearls
Yet she has her grotesque
Character rooted in her soil.

She’s that doll
That is carefully
Sculptured by it’s artist.
And somehow
Her essence
Is brought up
By her alone.

She is just that
sparkling and precious
diamond in the rough.

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