as we crawled inside
spinning the gossamer silk around our better selves?
inside that fierce embrace of awful darkness
our ugly parts cast shadows on indifferent walls
while the tiniest ray of light flickers and dances
in deeper places
discovery, illusive in this desperate mine shaft
Having ingested the bitter taste of our defeat
we pause exhausted until the empty becomes the
horned, thorned and naked
we face the mirror of
our greater image
the new wings
of our purpose unfold hesitantly
with the shiny vernix of the newly born
but helpless to deny the faintest
whisper on more compassionate and gentle wind
calling us to begin again...
we take flight.