Impermanence defines our existence,
tidal waves of change wash away our sins.
Although millennia would seem to stand in our way,
time compounds to a single instance.
Shoulders wiggle closer to the surface
with every choice we make.
We're expelled from our cocoon,
as we break generational curses.
Flap your wings, bask in the beauty of metamorphosis.
Float in the breeze, let the sun warm your back.
Only our dried casing remains,
to remind us why we chose this.
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Grace Howl
Young, inspired recent graduate of psychology and business management (May 2022) from Goucher College. Lifelong lover of writing and stories.
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