dormant
there’s no need to rush this,
hold fire, sit tight,
we’ll find ourselves complete
when the time is right,
you can’t force metamorphosis,
we will hatch,
our new born
will form,
aborting is treason
we’re cocooned for a reason,
we can’t set sail without a tide,
we cannot grow if our roots have died,
wait, rest, convalesce,
you know you’re alive
when you’ve managed to survive
the process
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