Come Out...

Be kind…
Mean it…
Feel it…
Hear it…
See it…
Taste it…
Exude it…
You don't know what it is to be tender? Do you?
It scares the hell out of you to be vulnerable…
This old shield you are wearing is cold and so heavy…
Please… I beg you…Let the worm die…
For the butterfly to be born
You shall become free…I promise…
Free from all the old and useless
Free from the pain and sorrow
Free from your own limited self
I do feel you my beloved…
I do see that which scares you…
I do see beyond your thick shield…
Have mercy on that one who is imprisoned
Inside that useless shield…
Come out at once for it is Spring!

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