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I find myself in this place where the old is dying and the new has not yet emerged.

The promise of what’s to come peeks through and tickles my cheek like a feather, kissed by the sun. Reminding me of what’s to come.

Though death is but a snake shedding its skin, I feel the pain of it as real as the breath within.

In the darkest moments I am but mush in a cocoon. Trying to break through but, it’s still too soon.

Faith I must keep that the blessings I will reap. For after the darkness always comes the light.

Only then can I take flight.


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