Life is a metamorphosis.
We begin by inching forward, growing & feeling our way.
Parts of our path are dictated by circumstance.
Events are forced upon us.
Our cocoon may be formed
from bits & pieces of lives & beliefs that are not truly our own.
But ultimately, we decide whether that cocoon will become a prison,
or if we will summon our strength,
break through our bonds,
unfold our damp & perfect wings
and fly.
The Undissolved Bather Speaks
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