Friday's Poem 11.15.13

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Our cocoons are
Opening up
Lots of things
Gifts
Losses
Changes
Like wings unfurling
Strengthened through pressure

Slow cracks

Bits of light and air

Filtering through mucus

Change is wet sometimes

Sticky
Smells funny

Unpretty
Not always for public consumption
Despite being in public view
My scars are
Where the magic is
My joy
Hidden in
Absolutely nothing
Healings
Amputations
Imperfections
Like kisses
"I love your scars baby"
Maturity is
Delicious
Opening up
Breaking
Down
Through
Up
Over
Breathing it in and out
And in and out
Like music
See this now
My own and yours
Ours
Hearts
Beat and blood
Blood and bone
Bone and wing
Wing and sky
Our cocoons are
Opening up

With words, song & prayer,
TiMo
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