Life. In a nutshell
As soon as I was born
I started living
As soon as I started living
I started dying.
Life. In a nutshell.
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The Butterfly Prisoner
Life hanging by a thread
Cold and dark, am I dead?
This tiny, cramped space
Could it be my tomb?
Or have I been born again,
a return to the womb?
There feels like a weak spot
In the wall by my head
But I can’t move my arms
So I’ll use my teeth instead
To dig through the grey wall
And out into the light
Where I can unfold my coloured wings
Stretch, and take flight
Whereabouts
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