Tension, Cracks, and Time

It’s not a hidden ordeal. There are cracks.

In me, in you, in all of us. Most of us hide them.

I’m on the edge and I’m deciding if I’ll break. It’s a choice you know.

Free will is a power that holds the weight of generations, worlds, eternity.

Sitting on the shore, looking at the reflection on the water.

Who is it that stares back at me…

I find I recognize him Oh… I do, it’s a shell of who I once was… … As If the wind spoke, it says, no, you’re not a shell…

You’re a cacoon

You’ve always been a butterfly But you don’t believe it. … Bridge leader.

You’re funny, engaging, and interesting, not boring You’re wise, discerning, and cunning, not foolish You’re consistent, and authentic, not a child guided by your whims.

The edges that need culling you know about. You’re working on them.

Giving strength to withered roots by regrounding yourself.

It’s not a hidden ordeal. There are cracks.

In me, in you, in all of us. Most of us hide them.

I’m on the edge and I’ve decided I’ll endure. It’s a choice you know.

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