again, one of two poems, needed for a a Written Slam (this one, edited)--the other side of the 'face' (Jekyll/Flight)-- see 'Bound' for Hyde.
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Also, my thanks to A.N. for the suggestions for this 'flight'...


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seeking out the good, 
one can't  always see
the seeds laying in wait to bloom.

and so we run, I run,
escape, hide and yes, run
again.

like a firefly, I flit here
and there -- singed wings
stop me now and again.
and if I am caught--  held prisoner
in some dim jar, my small light
will still somehow shine.

though I can't always see it, myself

the child I once was is still inside,
thinking herself  wiser -- seeking
to find what she doesn't believe exists.

I wish I could tell her
or myself as it were
that there is a light within.
and that someday we'll fly
as one, together,
whole.

someday, like a firefly
let loose from a jar,
we will shine!

whole,
giving,
free.