It's Almost Visible
This year is different
than any before.
The tides have changed,
And I've grown even more.
I am on top of this place.
Everything has changed
and transformed,
like a new season or a new face.
I feel like
I'm in a cacoon,
waiting for spring.
I'm almost there,
but I'm scared of what's ahead.
I don't know if I'll
come out a butterfly,
or forget to make wings.
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