chrysalis

 

rising again

first knees, then to hands; pushing

then upright;

the weight of things shed.

 

such wreckage left;

kisses, touches, silence,

desertion, return, aching wonder;

drama, blame, wounded hearts,

cobbled love without instruction.

 

walking

away.

shedding

brushing away the ache,

hoping touch does not hurt

as it did before;

kicking off the last piece;

standing proud;

astonished

to discover your newly naked soul

alone.

About michaelstephendaigle

I have been writing most of my life. I am the author of the award-winning Frank Nagler Mystery series. "The Swamps of Jersey (2014); "A Game Called Dead" (2016) -- a Runner-Up in the 2016 Shelf Unbound Indie Author Contest; and "The Weight of Living" (2017) -- First Place winner for Mysteries in the Royal Dragonfly Book Awards Contest.
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