Emergence
Skins and peels And the rotting insides of emotions I did not want to feel Consumed by the gnawing maggots of shame and self-doubt And those thundering voices that drag me down, down, down - To a point where I welcomed oblivion. I wanted to burrow down into the moist wet earth, And become part of that soothing enveloping darkness. And yet, while in that hellish chamber of sensory overwhelm A nd bright, acidic lights that prodded and poked, My body grew a small limb of … curiosity! And then another, taking halting steps Tumbling and falling Sliding back ten paces Crawling forward three - The only way to learn! I shed my burning skin and transformed, Over and over and over again, In hopes of a rare emergence, Where I fly - with iridescent wings! And see with a thousand eyes! Isn’t growing wings such a radical act in a culture that would rather smother me, poke a pin through my chest and put me in a specimen box with a neat, white label? This is dedicated to all of my community wh...
