Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka

By the Apple

Christina Lee

The Word says love is the fruit of the Spirit
But I see myself as a tree with dollar bills as leaves.
I don’t need a metamorphosis to see
For I know I have been a bug long before the transformation.
My eyes are opened now.

It began when the apple rolled down,
a new identity that became a burden.
I’m allowing myself to rot
Like any other apples should be.

The Word says a tree symbolizes knowledge.
But as it grows over time,
I have reached the ultimate ugliness of metamorphosis.
Where did my innocence go?
What am I standing on?

My identity wasn’t created by me.
It wasn’t mine.
It wasn’t me all along.
I have tired to force them to see,
the apple that decays every time I bite
bit by bit.

It was by the apple I know what I know.
And it is by the apple I choose to go through
Another metamorphosis.