Caterpillar in chrysalis - mourning losses,
Of forms too puny for your white arcing soul,
Frozen now,
Silent,
Tombed in darkness
Waiting impatient for new
As blue cloaked nurse asks,
"Red poppies for your pains love? "
And you wispy smile,
"Thanks, no."
And break free.
SURRENDER
Flying,
Soaring skyward into light
To new life,
Another birthday.
Another chance.
As well-intentioned acquaintance in demon mask at party asks,
"Fermented grapes for your pains love? "
And you knowing smile humble answer,
"No thanks."
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