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How often we greet each other with worries by Maggie Devers I went to the wilderness to escapeAnd there are worries there too.Caterpillars falling from their treeBefore their chrysalis is complete
My weekend project was to save them,But not everybody makes it—There's a worry tied to us like an anchor,How quickly we would sink once we stropped struggling—
We lost one to the riverA few were squishedAnd one got too close to the coffee pot.That will stick with me
But I saw butterflies too,And in a few weeksWhen I'm not there to see it,There will be more.
My weekend project was to save them,But not everybody makes it—There's a worry tied to us like an anchor,How quickly we would sink once we stropped struggling—
We lost one to the riverA few were squishedAnd one got too close to the coffee pot.That will stick with me
But I saw butterflies too,And in a few weeksWhen I'm not there to see it,There will be more.
More from Maggie Devers ↓
- Read my debut poetry book, For My Daughter
- Follow me on Instagram for more poetry @rembrandts.cure
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By Maggie DeversHow often we greet each other with worries by Maggie Devers I went to the wilderness to escapeAnd there are worries there too.Caterpillars falling from their treeBefore their chrysalis is complete
My weekend project was to save them,But not everybody makes it—There's a worry tied to us like an anchor,How quickly we would sink once we stropped struggling—
We lost one to the riverA few were squishedAnd one got too close to the coffee pot.That will stick with me
But I saw butterflies too,And in a few weeksWhen I'm not there to see it,There will be more.
My weekend project was to save them,But not everybody makes it—There's a worry tied to us like an anchor,How quickly we would sink once we stropped struggling—
We lost one to the riverA few were squishedAnd one got too close to the coffee pot.That will stick with me
But I saw butterflies too,And in a few weeksWhen I'm not there to see it,There will be more.
More from Maggie Devers ↓
- Read my debut poetry book, For My Daughter
- Follow me on Instagram for more poetry @rembrandts.cure
Mentioned in this episode:
Join the mailing list to be the first to know when OPO submissions open ⬇️
🖋️ Read My Newsletter: Free Flow 🖋️