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METAMORPHOSIS

Nahony Hiraldo

By 𝑵𝒂𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒚 𝑯𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒅𝒐 Published 4 years ago Updated 4 years ago 3 min read
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My eyes were wide open to see 

the warm and beautiful sunset.

The sun was decorating the sky with vibrant colors like pink and orange. 

I was standing still in a middle of nowhere. 

Just breathing and staring the sky  

admiring those beautiful colors. 

Nature can be the most exquisite artist 

using the horizon as its own canvas. 

Then suddenly someone in the distance saw me standing on the grass, feeling earth itself with my bare feet. 

That is when I closed my eyes while I took a deep breath, feeling the breeze and the warm sunlight caring my cheeks. 

He was walking toward me 

with such energy and confidence. 

He was walking with a victorious flows

like a royal king 

walking with grace and elegance, 

He was looking at me 

with a reckless smile and his 

piercing eyes. 

He was good looking and his face show that he was enlightened.

I opened my eyes once again and the close them while I was thinking…

If only he knew that…

By the time he came closer then he tried to touch me, the time all the sudden went in a slow motion except me.  

Then I told to myself: if only he knew that 

I cannot be tamed by a human being, I was born free like the energy itself, bright like the stars in the night sky, unreachable just like the moon.

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I was the only one who could break the time barrier, getting the privilege to move myself freely. I started to spin around myself with grace in every direction. Then suddenly everything changed around me, wondering if I was inside of that landscape or the landscape was inside me. So I began to dance with confidence and harmonious , spinning all around like a ballerina; then all sudden the day became gray and I kept dacing with my bare feet, I was moving so fast that every drop of water were suspended in air like if time has stopped completely. I was letting all this suffering out, while my inner chaos became more serene with every step I took. I was moving while my body was disappearing becoming pure energy because my soul needed to be free. I started to moved my hands with such delicacy as my legs went up and down as I spin so fast. If only he knew that I cannot be tamed by a human being. I am the air that walks all directions, the chaotic fire, moldable and flexible like water. Firm and strong as rock. Wise as the goddess Athena with her magestic owls on her shoulder.

Then I felt the urge to lift my leg back, Inhaling all the air that my lungs can carry, stopping the time around me and retaining my inner force just a little bit more, I felt so empowered with the strength of those gigantic waves of the ocean. When I felt ready to released my inner force, I started to lower my leg so delicately like a feather falling through the air. Then I did give a step forward and jumped with my wide legs open as the eagle spread its wing in order to prepare itself to fly. When I fell on the ground I started to spinning around me once again like this time I was willing to not stop spinning around until I could break the physics laws. By the time I was spinning around me until I became energy, I was everything and everywhere. I was no longer an ordinary human being, just floating in the darkness of the space, I was spinning around from my toe intensely, moving all the shooting stars around me, causing the meteors to collide against each other, illuminating those colorful nebulas. Destined to be a goddess, a path of light, and a guide to my own destiny.

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That’s when I opened my eyes for the second time and this time, he was caring my face with such warm and lovely touch, so I smiled at him kindly, and then he looks at me with his eyes full of life, so I turned my face to the other side, looking for the brightening sun which was disappearing, hiding its magnificent light from all of us. 

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Inspired by Comptine d’un ét, l’après-midi by Yann Tiersen

surreal poetry

About the Creator

𝑵𝒂𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒚 𝑯𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒅𝒐

Writer

Poetry / Short Stories

Instagram: nahonyhiraldo

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