Metamorphis

Another time, another place, 

This world within you’ll never face.

Here, I’ve made a space between

Both life and death. Though never seen,

It comforts me, awake at night,

When walls I built surround me tight.

 

My  body caged, a prison of cells.

Serving my sentence, I choose to dwell,

Fixating, now, on what is to come,

Where I will be when free from this slum.

 

A world within another world,

Within a clam, salvation’s pearl.

Escaping into lands unknown,

Free to see, free to roam.

 

One day I’ll escape this curse, 

I’ll fly away, for better or worse,

On wings of colour, leaving this place,

Where once I slept in carapace. 

Legs turned to wings in fitful sleep,

A change that, doubtless, some will weep.

 

I know I will break free

 

From this rigid, cold cocoon

 

With the magic of a mind 

 

That could reach the moon

We acknowledge the Ngunnawal and Ngambri people, who are the Traditional Custodians of the land on which Woroni, Woroni Radio and Woroni TV are created, edited, published, printed and distributed. We pay our respects to Elders past and present. We acknowledge that the name Woroni was taken from the Wadi Wadi Nation without permission, and we are striving to do better for future reconciliation.