Imperfect Metamorphosis

It is no shame in admitting after bidding adieu to a whole year and one grade my creations have surely matured. From the larva of an amateurish understanding of what poetry is beyond mere rhyming words I consider this collection to be a memoir of my metamorphosis into a pupa. Still not the march to the highest level it is all about the journey the metamorphosis. I was previously awestruck by emotions from a distance and now I seek to comment on the nature of these emotions adopt them and then - weave them into poetry. Some preachy some genuine. some chaotic some in order - All imperfect. This is an ode to imperfect metamorphosis.