Within this shell
Of frozen chrysalis
Closed off from the buds
That bloom then wither
On frosted billows
Flurries of marigold and fuchsia
Chase the autumn wind
Eclipsed in cycles
Of decay and rebirth
The earth groans anew
Reverberating with new life
Yet I remain
Unchanging
Within this shell
Of forgotten growth
Why not grow with the bloom and break off the clasp of frozen buds into a new and awakened you,from the winter frost that broods the mind into a cocoon of self pity and agony of binding cold?
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Sometimes there are things easier said than done, especially when the mind and soul are lost in a dark place.
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