by Philipa Murray
There is so much judgement given when we break
We are shamed when they see us collapse under the weight of straw
Because all they see is that one piece
They do not see the mountains of it under our feet
They do not see the nails we've left
in the handholds we created in our own Graves
They do not see each fire we've walked through because
we become so good at washing away the soot
They see only the puddle we become
Over that one thing that pushed us too far
A Caterpillar must dissolve before it forms into a butterfly
That they do not know
We may have to break to change
But we are not broken
And we will get back up to reclaim our throne
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Philipa Murray is a 24 years old from New Zealand. She is the mother of a wonderful little girl. Philipa has a diploma in creative writing and has been published in an anthology entitled Rise Up Rabid Souls, edited by Debra May Silver.
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