sometimes i must coast
through the upper crust of life
ignoring the fires deep within me
in order to survive these times of transition & uncertainty
to allow my newly emerging butterfly
slowly creep out of its cocoon,
drying her wings
in the safety & privacy
of a shallow place,
before taking off into the blue..
into whatever dangers & thrills my new life may carry me.
re-creation in its tender stages. milk before meat.
silence before the song.
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