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.
