Three years | #NaPoWriMo | Day 21

A long journey always

seems short at the end
after you have seen all
twists, turns and bends.
Maybe this was all that
was meant to be seen,
felt, experienced by me,
under the mighty tree
who took me in its care
and helped me grow
into a butterfly from
a stupid, innocent doe,
ensuring I was prepared
to fly high with might,
against the scorching
heat, blinding my sight.

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