Cacooned in innocence
potent, full, unopened by life
unripe
just joyfully flowing through
the moments of love before me
Stripped naked
raw, cracked and
weathered by the sun and rain
need shelter
need is new
Shelter comes
Innocence forsaken
But carried within
a crumpled heap
carried carried carried
mourned mourned mourned
reaching toward
reaching
reaching
will it be that way forever?
Lost.
Not lost.
Seen, unseen.
Recovered.
Rejoicing.
Safely home.
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