closed within myself to hide;
changing daily, preparing to fly.
i question what’s seen when looking at me.
i’m not quite what i’ll always be.
darkness hides me while i grow inside.
i’m nearing newness, a life landslide.
high above the rough, cool terrain;
i change in silence and grow through strain.
upon emerging, i’ll be brand new.
i’ll kiss the land while covered in dew.
they won’t remember me from my past.
i left it all within that brittle cast.
i’ll fly from here, a painted menagerie;
i’ll entreat the wind; i’ll be most free...
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