Chapter 33: Insecurities: poison or medicine pt. 2

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Injecting poison into reality

Tongue like a snake

Slithering about

Searching for new prey

Sit with yourself

Dissecting the pain

Then discarding the pile

On to the next journey

For new growth awaits

*SNAP* goes a twig

*BOOM* a shot in the distance

So you slither on your way

No resistance

Transformation can take place

Wings sprouting, feather's growing

Wings broken, body bruised

On your feet you will walk

A path beaten from overuse

Days of searching

Nights of hiding

A new path you stumble upon

Busy and narrow

Your heart beats

Breathe shallow

Wings lift

Then fall to the ground

You must walk a little longer

With time- healing you will find

Counting steps

Avoiding traffic

Growing a little stronger

Your wings lift to the sky

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