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if
in a sorrow of sad life
we are not taught to believe in our self
then our existence can seem futile
our self unwanted
unloved
uncherished
lacking

BUT

if something helps us
somehow
to open our eyes
raise our heads
and see beyond the suit of sorrow we’d been dressed in
then
that day
the sun rises in our world
as we begin
to realize
we are a something
a singular act
a beauty
in and of our self
and on that day
the caterpillar becomes the butterfly

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