Here She Comes (Into The Forest) (Prose)

How can I change for the occasion because

for so long I’ve known me and only me best?

But wait!  Isn’t this the night I metamorphose —

to be released from the cocoon?

So it’s going to be a fine night tonight.  Yes.

It’s going to be a precious day tomorrow.

And I’ll fly to a destination renewed

with, step by step, my courtiers

as I drift on a dream and awake

and transform to the me I will be acquainted

very soon.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Prose / For my baby sister who just turned 18 last night.

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

very nice piece and I loved the way you worded it..