Cicada

Does the cicada fear his own growth?

Does he stall the inevitable change?

Does he cling to his skin 

- hoping -

Maybe this time he could stay the same?

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Does he mourn what he has lost?

Does he feel pain or sadness?

Does he shed a tear at the sight -

- of his skin -

cracked open and hollow?

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Does he wish things could have been different?

Does he shame himself for letting go?

Does he cling tightly to his skin?

- or -

does he change without fear?

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Does he spring forth from his too small skin -

and leave it clinging to the tree -

never looking back -

at the dead part he no longer needs?

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Does he moved forward?

Or stay still?

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Oh Cicada,

I hear your song.

Please teach me your ways.

So I, too -

can let go without looking back.

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Teach me to cling to the tree

when I need to

and let go

when I need to