loving ourselves to be free
Ripping – removing the flesh
must release the death
of the woman inside.
trapped in her own carcass
take her to the prespice
where rotten thoughts
and skin are shed.
the flesh now at her feet
leaves her replete.
before she was but
an empty shell
of a woman.
sometimes
growth can
look like
death.
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‘Sometimes growth can look like death’ …wow. Those words resonate, Tiffany. It’s also easy for onlookers to assume the latter, when it could be further from the truth. It feels much like a chrysalis, I think.
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Yes, I agree! Interesting that she feels full once the skin (and thoughts) are shed. Thank you, Kay! 💕
The birth of the butterfly, I believe, is the death of the caterpillar…
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Absolutely! Have a wonderful weekend.💜
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Thank you, you also!
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Thanks!
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Beautiful! Yes Chrysalis. Love the reference to rotten thoughts, this is where most of my work takes place, shedding them like the skin and replacing them with His Truth! I don’t know if it was by design but I really like the way the last half of the poem tapers down, line by line to the single word “death”, Very Cool! 😎❤️ Barn
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Thank you, Ken! It was unintentional and yea, it’s pretty cool!
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