Sitting, Poised, Below an ocean of wine coloured threads, A grey feathered bird tenderly clasps one woven end towards the
East, Soon to take flight- the untangling of tightly coiled knots. In the distance a storm rumbles.Sometimes if we knew the journey ahead it would be hard to stide out and take it, perhaps we would fail to do so at all. Fear would clasp its greedy claws against us and we would stay close to shelter, to the place we know best. The warm protective nest woven together before we were born can't protect us any longer. Like the fledgling bird we must learn to fly. To spread our wings, take to the skies and unravel the knots intertwined into our being.
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