I fall to my knees before you
-Crumple down…
Begging for comfort – not daring to accept your touch.
I cry for you:
In fear.
In pain.
I plead for release
-for solace.
Just let me die here
that I might be reborn
…..metamorph
…..spread my wings
And fly away.
captivatingbitter 
Yes, freedom is found in many ways, embrace them. Metamorph: Fly with beautiful wings.
The Butterfly.