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May 6
Finally blossoming                                                       ­                                                               
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like a fragile flower,                                                          ­                              
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a rare orchid,                                                          ­                                            
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A reclusive butterfly                                                        ­                                          
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I wriggle free,                                                            ­                                          
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breaking away,                                                            ­                                    
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into life, I dive,                                                            ­                                      
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gasping the air,                                                             ­                                         
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taking it all in                                                               ­                   
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Coming around,                                                          ­                                    
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headfirst, wide eyed,                                                            ­                                
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  I come alive
After many, many years of doing things for people who didn't value me, I now value myself & my self-worth .
Written by
Sherri Woodman  63/F/pa
(63/F/pa)   
63
   Jim Musics
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