I am alright

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Feeling so small,
and powerless.
Holding tight to my rowboat,
As the dark ocean waters,
storm both sides.
My matted hair, soaked,
covering my eyes.
I sail alone,
without direction.

and they want to cut me open.
take away what I was born with.

We are all butterflies.
transforming, changing.
metaphorically.

but some of us,
are changing,
biologically.
under a knife.
to save our lives.

and that is the hardest metamorphosis.

“Wet Wings” Author unknown

I am at home. A bit bruised, healing, complaining already, which means I am going to be alright. 🙂

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