let go

the unknown

it beckons.  

this cave;

this dark entrance;

an abyss.

You may be the light that

guides me into these depths;

but I am the spark, the song 

that will

show you where to take me.

I am not afraid

of the dark,

of these infinite depths within.

No.

(Then what is causing this trembling,

this infinite reluctance to let go,

this approach and retreat?) -

this Tower

has already crumbled;

this Phoenix

has already been turned to ash.

So.

The fear is of

re-birth;

this re-claiming

of Desire and

strength.

To own the ability to create, and to destroy.

I am ready

to be un-done.

Unravel me

and maybe

I will let you witness

how I weave myself together.