Creeping slowly toward the end of the branch
it bends beneath me, but on I go.
I do not know what lies ahead
only that an inner sense drives me forward,
knowing that the time has come
for Change.
I let the line out behind me
lowering myself into empty space.
will the line hold?
I dangle, feeling unmoored
and slowly, slowly begin to spin –
the silken thread winds round
tighter and firmer.
I still don’t know what the future holds –
and now I hang
suspended
in darkness.
Yet held.
The days go by – or don’t –
I don’t know, because all is dark in this enclosed silken space.
Something is happening to me
in this dark, liminal place.
It is painful –
and good.
My life, as I knew it, has dissolved into a sticky, messy goo
And as quickly as I dissolved,
I sense a reconstruction beginning.
But it’s different.
I am different.
I sense an urge to stretch and push
A crack of light appears
and I push toward it.
The silken casing breaks away
and I hang
bathed in light
as new life flows into my newly formed wings.
I barely recognize myself;
so different have I become.
Will these new wings support me?
Is it safe to let go of this grounding branch
to which I’ve clung through it all?
A breath of wind – rauch – passes over my newly formed self
and I give in to the breath,
soaring higher,
the sunlight glimmering on my multicolored wings.
I rise –
supported on the breath of God
never to crawl in the dust again.
I am not what I was,
I am new.
But there is no transformation
without deconstruction.
