Metamorphosis: Threads of destiny

With grace, duality unfolds its might, A woman, both author and captive in her plight, Her hands, puppets of her deepest desire, Invisible threads, they're bound to the mire.

A visual poem, a reflection so deep, The balance 'twixt self and fate, we keep, On life's vast stage, we all play a part, Invisible threads shaping each heart.

In the tapestry of life, so complex and grand, We dance to the rhythm of the unseen hand, A beauty in the mystery, so pure and true, The interplay of control, and forces we never knew.