by Brianna G. Harte
Finally it’s time to peep out
Of the only shelter I’ve ever known.
Who knows what lies beyond the ground
That blanketed me since birth?
As I inch up toward the surface,
Strength fuels my cells.
I tell myself I’m ready,
Never more to go back.
There are mysteries I need to see,
A new home for me to explore.
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