butterfly

[TwoWitnesses]

butterfly

i
now
as i contemplate…
a life before me being born
metamorphosis is birth, is it not?
but what of the old shell i left behind
never to revisit, lest i witness its decay?
i have grown up, aged and wizened to become
a small child with wrinkled hands – how to reverse?
time moves more quickly now, why not enough moment for
all the passion now felt and wished to openly express?
love reflects - mirrored pools of amber and ruby
is now my moment for achieving fruition?
i spread my wings, unfurling widely
flying toward the sun in hope
might i live one more day?
as i contemplate…
now
i

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