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Moon Behind the Clouds // Random Journal Entry
I want to tell stories
of caterpillars and
transitioning into beauty,~
of how I’ve learned my lesson,
to insist
I’m a come-hell-or-high-water
kind of gal,
but there is less of that
going on these days,
and more
a chameleon molting,
shedding dead skin;
still a chameleon, to be clear
yet somehow shinier,
with clearer vision ~
it’s the best I could have
hoped for,
once I’d learned my true nature;
I’ve healed what I can heal,
made peace with what remains;
I find that both comforting
and deeply unsettling ~
the acceptance that each of us
is capable of inflicting deep
and lasting wounds on those
we love most
comes with a hefty price tag,
the knowledge that all
we can really do is give
our best effort, and
sometimes, that’s still
not enough.
of caterpillars and
transitioning into beauty,~
of how I’ve learned my lesson,
to insist
I’m a come-hell-or-high-water
kind of gal,
but there is less of that
going on these days,
and more
a chameleon molting,
shedding dead skin;
still a chameleon, to be clear
yet somehow shinier,
with clearer vision ~
it’s the best I could have
hoped for,
once I’d learned my true nature;
I’ve healed what I can heal,
made peace with what remains;
I find that both comforting
and deeply unsettling ~
the acceptance that each of us
is capable of inflicting deep
and lasting wounds on those
we love most
comes with a hefty price tag,
the knowledge that all
we can really do is give
our best effort, and
sometimes, that’s still
not enough.
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