In chambers still, where seconds sigh,
A transformation waits to fly.
The caterpillar, bound and curled,
Dreams of wings unfurl.
No frantic pace, no striving hand,
Just patient trust in shifting sand.
The silence holds, a fertile ground,
Where dormant strengths are slowly found.
From threads of fear, a cocoon spun,
A haven where fears are outrun.
Dissolving doubts, like silken strands,
New purpose ignites within...
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