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Gone are the days of youthful feminine naivety,
When the willingness to balance the scales of justice felt dignified,
As innocence coursed through veins at indescribable speeds.

Encased within the comfort of my cocoon,
I have waded the waters of intimate self-discovery,
Tearing through the reflection of an unrecognizable image.

I am no longer the caterpillar inching forward,
But the butterfly whose wings are open ready to soar,
For I have tarried here long enough – it’s time to transform and fly.

My dreams linger just beyond the Garden of Truth.

– H ♛