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Metamorphosis

In the mirror of my mind,
It's becoming ever clearer;
As I reflect upon these thoughts,
Which I fought so hard to form:

My brain's a perfect storm—
When the rains comes rolling in,
The thunder and the lightning,
Are sometimes rather frightenin'.

But I will keep on fighting—
And I'm not giving in;
This storm will pass into the past,
And the sun will shine (its light) again.

From the ashes I will rise,
Like a pheonix, to the skies;
And best believe it when I say,
That I will seize the day.

I'll end this with a metaphor—
This metamorphosis must begin,
To turn this worm into a butterfly,
So I can finally fly again.
NewBeginnings
Written by NewBeginnings
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Finally getting back into the groove of writing again. We'll see if it lasts ;)
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