Making peace with one’s past.
Made of wire
covered by plasticine
she moves through the world
with awkward grace.
For decades, inside the sturdy sculpture
sits the child; head down, hands wrapped around her knees
she begins to awaken.
The scar tissue that solidly formed
and held her in place
weakens and gives way.
Lifting her head
she unfurls her arms from her knees
and sees that translucent butterfly wings
have taken the place of limbs
that atrophied long ago.
On wobbly legs, the child stands
and breaks all but one of the sinewy tendrils that were holding her down.
Moving to the edge of the wire
she calls and gently flaps her wings
capturing the attention of the figure
made of wire.
Plasticine arms instintively
touch the spot where the dormant child
lived in dark solitude.
Both fear, and confusion begin to emanate
off the plastic arms and beautiful wings.
A sense of hope further…
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