The me that you see is not the whole of me
I’m looking out through these eyes
longing for a wider view
longing to be viewed
to be seen
for all you are
good, bad, misguided, enlightened, lifted and low
there is no greater high
look into my eyes
see the me in here
peeling off, layer by layer
becoming a furless horse
more real than ever
this cocoon is cozy
a safe nest
hiding place, nursery, rich soup of growth
the time has come
stretching my wings
time to fly home to me
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