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I am a Military Spouse who has had 12 years of experience learning how to juggle a career while moving every few years. I have experience in School Social Work, Private Practice, Community Mental Health, Domestic Violence, Hospital Social Work, Hospice and Home Health. I hold both a Master's and Bachelor's Degree in Social Work and am a Licensed Clinical Social Worker with a specialization in Trauma.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Wings of Strength

From her first breath, the odds are against her
All types of predators are looking to destroy her

In order to stay alive, she must move,
Move to breath, move to live

She eats, She grows, She survives

She finds a safe place to hide
Not to hide out of fear, but to prepare for her transformation
She chooses a calculated spot
She must have some intrinsic knowledge deep within
She attaches herself to a silk button and then,

Lets go

Her whole life has been in preparation for this one moment
A true Metamorphosis
Deep inside she knows she is something beautiful
She sheds her skin for the final time

What appears to an outsider as death, is just the beginning of her rebirth
If you watch very closely, you will see small tiny movements
She is still alive, she is still fighting

As the chrysalis transforms from a jeweled green exterior
to a thin clear shell

It is almost time

She breaks free and hangs from the empty shell of whom she once was

Just a shell of her past, not a dictator of her future

She begins to stretch her soft wrinkled wings
She starts to pump them, stretch them...

Until they are transformed into symbols of strength

And when the time is right,
she takes flight

She is free

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