CHRYSALIS
Maybe there is a place for me
in your garden.
Maybe there is a role for me in your show.
But, I am still naked and unguarded;
I am just the scent of my soul.
Maybe there will be an alarm clock
waking me up to the breath of 'Now'.
Or maybe there will be eternal silence
and my unwindable mind
will not allow me to step out.
In this deep
I only hope for one thing:
the cocoon one day will break,
the butterfly will birth its wings.
D.V.
11/13
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