Knowing only the direction,
not the distance or destination
Unmoored, I swim
Riptides drag me
from the shores of self knowing
into Despair's depths
Dash apart my contrived certainties
on the shoals of vulnerability
Broken
Unhinged, I fly
Gusts hurtle me
through the forest of becoming
onto Hope's heights
Breath life into my butterfly wings of flame
at a precipice free and bright
Remade
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