IS THAT ME?
Exposed — all her extra-long needles and the ones missing too, her aging form and unpolished silhouette. She’s surprised and reminded too — the height to which she’s climbed, the scars that have healed, her fixed trunk, and the direction in which she is growing. This she can clearly see.
In the dark, in the place where she envied and made-up stories, she forgot about what made her green and hardy and beautiful. The sun faithfully brings clarity that feeds the heart within (her beautiful lined skin).
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