METAMORPHOSES I

There is something about Daphne and about change. Change is a continuum. It can’t be stopped. I don’t know when exactly the flesh disappeared and the tree revealed itself. I just know the tree will never stop growing. The roots will spread out. I once read there is an extensive underground network of roots existing right beneath our feet. Roots and branches take up space and find a life for themselves no Apollo can take. 

If you want to keep a tree in the boundaries of a box, you have to cut it constantly. That constant care will become your own prison. Delusional people are not good care takers. At some point, they will forget what you need and start doing what they think you need. Its a blessing and a curse. You will suffer for a long time but when you grow enough, the time will come. 

Your leaves will reach the cold surface. Your branches will push back against the walls. Your roots will grow outside of the boundaries and connect with others. Then, you won’t be anyone’s wife. Then, you won’t be anyone’s tree. Then, you will be the force breaking them from within. Then, you will be the rock breaking the mirrors.