Here I am
Standing on the edge,
Backed up against the old
And anticipating the foggy future.
I can no longer be who and where
I once was
And I am not yet ready
For what will come.
Suspended between the two,
My limbs tingling with anticipation,
The weight of my power
Lies heavy on my shoulders.
I pause –
Unsure and uncertain
In this choice-point of my life.
The call of my truth
Has become too loud to ignore any longer
Yet I am still weighted down
By my armour,
Picked up throughout the years,
Protections that now add more harm than safety.
I have pain ahead of me, I know.
A fire, raging with chaotic heat,
And a cold, dark desert
To find my way though.
The next phase of my destiny,
Created for a warrior
With a loving energy,
Stands in front of me
Like rows of demons to concur.
And yet,
I know my sword will not help me here.
It is my heart, my light,
My truth and power
That are needed.
On the horizon,
Past the doomed wreckage
Of the grief-soaked land ahead
I can see the light of joy
Glistening, glowing,
Waiting to embrace me,
Sparkling with the promise
Of a future I have yet
To fully comprehend.
That is where I belong.
That is my reward.
That is where my heartsong leads me.
I take a breath,
Pause,
And remember my why
Before taking a step downwards
Toward the grief ahead of me
And the hope that lies beyond.
