I have a new language,
A New way of thinking,
A new way of perceiving,
A new lens with which to view the world.
A word has new meaning,
New flesh,
New depth,
New connections.
And with this newness comes a freedom,
A freedom to fly,
A freedom to rebuild,
A freedom to create,
A freedom to raise from the dead
What was once seemingly lost.
But flight comes with peril,
It's never easy to use one's wings,
When wings are something new.
So I'm cautiously optimistic,
Cautiously hopeful,
Cautiously leaping,
Cautiously testing this newfound language,
Hopeful that it takes flight,
And carries me to good places.
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