Bursting out of our shell
Home has filled our days
In solitude we ask how many more there will be
We wonder about fights to come in the form of images and traumas
This new normal post- apocalyptic
But the tunnel, though long has a light at the end,
Whatever this new will be, it incorporates all of us left
We must grow, change, move, glow
Learn
We must never go back to how things were because there was room to grow
Growth compounded upon knowledge challenged by old thinking
No, it will not be as it was before, but is that bad?
Just as caterpillar cocoons to become a butterfly
Its fragile cage protecting it as it transforms
How does it know the right time to come out?
Is it intrinsic, or has it just evolved in metamorphosis so much that the shell can no longer contain it?
We must have had to do the same, been encapsulated, in order to move forward
About the Creator
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Compassionate about people, processes and the human rights of others. I look for the good in people and my glass is half full, whether I fill it or someone else does. I hold a Doctoral degree in healthcare, and am a freelance writer
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