As to the interrupted nature of my personal story of mental metamorphosis ...
If thy patience has been tested, please note that the same has been true of mine
Perhaps, unbeknownst to conscious awareness
The human brain's classic process of metamorphosis must work conscientiously
Season upon season, toward achieving increments of inner peace before
The power of intuition readily begins to release insights so profound as to
Warrant freeing subconscious secrets to swing through the breeze as
Naturally as autumn leaves fall gracefully from the stoic branches of
Mighty trees, which, season after season, have had need to
Stengthen so as to weather countless storms ...
As to balancing sunny days of joy with windswept storms of personal pain
My story, like Layla's, reflects both sides of life and love in
Good measure, and as such, this story is not easy to write, because
Penning a true saga worth reading stems from
An author's inherent connectivity to authenticity, which, hopefully,
Eventually, manifests as naturally as does the timeless creation of
Each person's life, as individually and collectively
We work, side by side, toward designing our own cyclical sense of
Balance in all things, whereby, slowly, trains of thought, resulting in
Decisions, which had seemed black and white, expand to
Embrace leaps of faith fueled by a profusion of insights that
Open our eyes to spotlight newfound sensations of clarity that
Prove so mentally stimulating as to offer the reader
A bird's eye view of one person's metamorphosis, thus creating
A technicolored presentation of life and love so well balanced with
Reality that adults may choose to improve upon yesteryear’s
Lack of communication skills so as to stop piling
Undeserved guilt upon the untarnished psyches of children ...
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