fierce light

 

i’m in an incubator

anxiously chipping away

at the candy-coated shell

 

an armor of hard won

beliefs that were and

are all incorrect

 

those last moments

of holding on to the

stale, disgusting air

that once imprisoned me

 

spinning in timeless-ness

seemingly never ending

another and another

just rest now…and wait

 

the work is finished

i lie here in a pile of newness

from the center is the only

real calm

 

tiny and fragile    

yet not contain-able

a sweet breeze

reminds me that i am still here

 

born to the truth

fierce light of my soul

my heart and my eyes

await the grand plug-in