Metamorphic
By Maud Pie
Rock hiding in the depths of crust.
Rocks upon rocks, downwards you are thrust.
The weight is more than you can handle.
For you cannot take on the mantle.
Layer heaped on layer, crushed like a vice.
For you are far too gneiss.
Rock suffering without measure.
Rock under insurmountable pressure.
Instead of breaking, it strives to change.
Something new, but a Rock all the same.
A Volcano’s anger launches you into the sky.
You are metamorphic, like a butterfly.