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Life unfolding

Unfolding
Like petals, new to the world
Tired of crouching and hiding within protective walls.
Bursting forth in response to the warmth of sunlight and community.
The unfolding of a heart is uncomfortable work.
No longer used to my dimensions, I bump and bash
Graze delicate edges against the roughness of a new world.
bruise petals as I dance through the days.

The morning are toughest
As I attempt to reopen my raw and reeling regalia
Until the sun soothes the edges and I can relax once more
Easing into each new day,
Alight on the breeze.

With new aspects to myself awakening,
I catch the eye of new creatures
animals insects and fellow flowers alike.
It's exhilarating.
Exhausting.

To engage in a new age
Edges expanding,
This is evolution.


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