Hairline cracks
Across the pattern of my life.
This does not fit me anymore.

I try to hide inside unseen.
Really, I'm okay.
I'll patch it together and make it work.

As I turn my head
A Piece falls away.
Blinding light floods my world.

A graceful arm flies up
To shield my eyes.
It is my own.

Outside my cocoon I am beautiful.

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