You know how it feels when your life starts crumbling,
when your winter skin sloughs off
like a serpent, and
your soul begins to reel and wail
for the path not taken.
On the lip of despair, you cry out loud
Not This, No More!
You know it’s time to leap,
but your walking boots are bonded
to solid ground, so you
shrink back into your stony shell,
now creaking and cracking.
You know you cannot stay, or
be forced away too soon.
Clinging tightly to one tiny patch
of a dying world,
you pocket a few seeds, desiccated and barren,
from your fallow field
to plant anew, and
carry forward familiar friendliness.
But your iron gate clangs tight!
Locking you out forever,
save for a memory’s dream.
The Space of in-Between
Shouldering your fright,
flesh trembling, heart pounding
to adrenaline’s beat,
frantic to dodge jeopardy
and the peril of uncertainty
you drop down deep into
the murky abyss of emptiness,
The Space of in-Between
Life in her generosity
has summoned the necessary ending.
Disguised as a death, in reality
a graduation, unrecognized.
The inexorable flow of fate
revealed, as you twist through travails that
work you to the marrow,
rebirthing skin and bones and heart.
Creating new shape from old chaos,
drawing breath
for a fresh beginning.
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