LEAP
Think of the butterfly who might be
mistaken for a brown moth its entire life
if it stayed too shy, and never opened
it's brilliant wings to fly
and land softly among the flowers,
drinking in the sweetness of life.
Now is not the time to squirm back
into an old, familiar scene.
the gentle whispers of your spirit have
grown so loud you can no longer
block them out, or contort yourself back
into a shape which you have already been.
So tear down the walls of the old cocoon
and leap now as new life wants to unfold!
A falling star is rewarded
by its mere courage to be seen.
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pOEM BY MEGAN KING
LEAP
Think of the butterfly who might be mistaken for a brown moth its entire life if it stayed too shy, and never opened it's brilliant wings to fly and land softly among the flowers, drinking in the sweetness of life.
Now is not the time to squirm back into an old, familiar scene. The gentle whispers of your spirit have grown so loud you can no longer block them out, or contort yourself back into a shape which you have already been.
So tear down the walls of the old cocoon and leap now as new life wants to unfold!
A falling star is rewarded by its mere courage to be seen.
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pOEM BY MEGAN KING