Sitting with it
Letting it break me
Reshape me
Transform me
Remembering the silence before you
And comparing to the silence after
The only thing different is me
And succumbing to this stillness
Is natural and gentle
Like a soft wave lapping at the shore
A return to home
A safe spot inside
A cocoon to rest
And heal my wings
Which I unwilling let break again
In different hands
But still the same.
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