Witnessing Becoming

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Some slowly rouse from slumber, waking ever so slowly,

groggily replacing figments from dreams with reality.

Others wake in an instant, ready to take on their new lives.

Once awake, they struggle within the confines of what has been their world,

knowing it no longer will sustain and comfort them, but cause them to wither and die.

They search for a weak spot, a place to break into their new world,

testing, trying, pushing, prying.

Finally, a small portal to their future is created.

Fitting through is torturous, forcing metamorphosis,

requiring strength of will and resilience to continue what feels impossible.

Emerging through the tiny hole, they marvel at their new authentic selves,

and now must learn to fly.

HCB

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