Chrysalis

I wandered a corner of
My mind,
A dangerous place
Of stillness and reflection,
Full of mirrors and
Low light.
The place of no momentum
And waiting
And searching
And wondering
And questioning.

A waiting place.

A personal cocoon of
Growing up
In stillness
And longing for exhaustive
Movement
Faces cease flowing by
But come into focus
One
Moment
At
A
Time

Affection elongates
Through experience.
Faults clarify and forgive.
This cave is not my home,
But it is vibrant with the divide
Definition,
Destiny.

Between life and death.

Categories: Poetry

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