In processing abundance

manifesting kindness

giving space

I denied her existence

wore cloaks dark hooded veils

sharing strange elixirs

my pilgrimage began

wearing an eggshell

tendrils tremble

empath breeze

when in silence

answers came

embracing my ugly duckling

I became the little girl

striking matches

for lost light hearts

clocks strike twelve

a zillion times

my lost slipper

yet not found

bearing marks

masking my inner children

coloring regression

into wise caverns

often appearing

as a while swan

astound by her beauty

time is not finished

weaving her long hair

one day it will sway

to hallow ground

she raises her cup

anoints her forehead

with ashes

free falling

I faced the mirror

without regret

internal interpret

I grace embrace

sun falls on dry ink

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