Light

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Inside, there is light.

I dance before the window

 

to expose just how good it

 

feels to enjoy. 

 

Inside, there is warmth.

 

and I wish I could stoke the sun

 

to provide radiance to the world. 

 

“Honey, wake up.”

 

Each day, we are anew.

 

Each day, morning eyelids flutter 

 

like butterfly wings piercing the cocoon.

 

Does the caterpillar know it is destined for flight? 

 

This morning, I am a new creation. 

 

May I find my wings now.