Little by little
Step by step I raise my head With courage. With audacity. With guts. Revealing locks of wild hair and unwashed face. Chaos, unveiling itself Like a newborn Coming out to the light And the darkness Of the life ahead. There - a butterfly is born And it is chaos, unveiled. It is life, unlimited. It is the umbilical cord, tangled. I was re-born to be a butterfly To be chaos To be beauty And maybe they are all one of the same.
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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