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leaving a life left behind enclosed like a cocoon in darkness seeking not, hoping not, in the grip of grief, like a plant wilted from drought leaves curled, protecting itself from the scorching sun vulnerable to the forces without. A cry for life as it was before the comfort of continuity the security of what was known. Someone had cared and shared my dreams. Then time passed, time to be reflective. One day I knew that grief had colored my soul, how the view of my life had been out of perspective. In the stillness of night, a stirring within, a sensation of change flows through my veins, like a rosebud gripped tight before its future came clear, "Open your petals to the sun. Feel the breeze caress your tender skin," Like the gentle petals of rose I knew an awakening within. The flow of nourishment fills my soul The grip of grief releasing its power, my life, never again the same since the passing of this hour. A cocoon, life seeming to die, A chrysalis forms, then a butterfly shedding the shroud of darkness, like me revealing a purpose within, my destiny.
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