by Scott Walldren
After a while I will shed my skin
and thank the powers for another time to be.
Another time to live and grow, like a spring blossom.
Brought into being by such a turbulent start,
thunder, lightning, rain giving life.
The great fear.
Where does it all end and I begin?
And then there becomes that particular quiet,
the distant final rattle of thunder over the horizon
and the haze begins to clear.
I will now finally be able to meet the sun.
Only then can I say that "I am" again.
But sometimes old snakeskin dreams lay all around me
and I choke on the dander of a different day.
Great fear returns.
My reaching heart hides where it thinks it can be safe.
No, it will not weather a new thunderhead.
A frightened child, a blossom trying to go back to seed,
to a time where it did not know of " storms".
And then I realize that "I am."
That I came from this turbulence.
This is what I have come from and where I am going again.
The mind can see beyond thes