Change
Like a butterfly
Emerging from it’s
crysalis
Unsure what to make
of this world
Peeking out
tentatively
Ever so slowly
beginning to unfold her wings;
Like a child
Who has been shut in
a dark unfamiliar room for hours
And suddenly the
light is turning on –
Squinting in the
brightness
As her eyes edjust
Taking in her
surroundings.
Like a trauma victim
Emerging from a coma
Coming back to the
world
Reluctantly
Yet inquestitively,
With a small flicker
of hope.
Like a loaf of bread
That has been sitting
in the oven
Unchanging
For too long,
Slowly beginning to
rise.
Like a blind man
Getting fleeting
glimpses of the world
In amongst the
darkness,
A stark contrast
To what he has known
for so long
Frightening
Yet intriguing at the
same time.
Like a small bird
Peeking over the side
of the nest
Looking back at his
mother for reassurance
Trying to make sense
of this big world
Outside the nest.
Not quite ready to
fly,
But finally willing
to stand on the edge of the nest
And look out at the
world
The trees the river
the foliage
Beginning to
contemplate
The vastness of
possibility …
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