Fold,
Crease,
Bend.
In on the self,
Again and again,
And then again.
Press,
Hold,
Grip.
Compression
Against the temptation
To return to form.
Verbal jujitsu
Employed upon self
Spiritual origami
A metamorphosis,
Sans cocoon
Unshielded against
Natural forces.
Minnetonka bathed
Under 4 a.m. faded
Moonlight,
Cloudless sky
Pre dawn.
Die, respawn,
Forgotten former lives,
Preborn.
Grief torn, learned
Through intense difficulty
To celebrate the love,
Shed the loss of
Those we mourn,
None more troubling than
The prior self to he who
Stares back at I and I
Now in the crystal pool
Of collected tears I used
Foolishly each morning
To cleanse my face
Again and again
Awash in yesterday.
Today, blank slate,
Clean sheet,
Thick, white paper,
Perfect folds.
A shape that shaves
The wind and sails on air
Above the rotting flesh
And fresh turned earth
Under which the I,
I once was
Now rests.
The eye with which I
Now see,
The future before me
Undeterred,
Undisturbed.
Unencumbered
By that which I let die.
Finally, after all these years
spent clinging to
emotional insecurities,
Propelled forward,
As I let go
And find
I'm free
To fly.
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