Waiting

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Oh, that I could slough my skin away

Like a snake and be reborn.

Old scars,  memories, and pain

Left behind in a scaly heap.

 

Lizards lose their tails

And the lost baggage

Throws their balance off,

But only for awhile.

 

New tails grow

Long and deep as roots

They balance on the fulcrum

Of unexpected paths

 

And tender skin scales over

Protecting the old wounds

Providing cover as they reflect

The rising of the sun.

 

Waiting

We are waiting

For our metamorphosis

For our resurrection.

 

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