Like a fiddlehead unfurling
on the forest floor, shedding
the layers of worn brown leaves
that had once protected it,
we too need to keep growing
at our own pace, in our own
sweet time. Unfolding to reveal
the hidden green heart
we always knew was there
waiting for the moment
it finally became too painful
to stay locked inside
the lightless room of a life
that no longer serves us.
—James Crews
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