Gravity

 

i will sink    
into what i am.
i will listen to each voice.
 the haunted children.
the doubt.
even while the faery-tale
i thought was certain future
 wilts and drops off the vine.
even as i wonder
if i am the usurper of my own life.
i will take one step
and then another toward
the unfurling of this
cocoon and away from
the piteous pleading
to be careful and safe and responsible
and pretty.
i will step off the cliff and over
i will die to what i think i am
and be reborn into what i cannot fathom.