I am a tiny insect
Experiencing
Something new
My mindset
Hasn’t yet
Matured
But . . .
My heart is
Full of
Adventure
I am a tiny insect
Trapped
In a shell
Ready to become
Something
Beautiful
Ready to
Get rid of
My insecurities
And yes, I must admit,
This will be a
Beautiful
Transformation
Down The Path, Away From The Road
Bustle Of The Highway, In The Inner Quiet
Cold Of Winter, Emptiness, Sadness
In My Heart
Catch Of Air, Shortness Of Breath
Loss Of Warmth
Crunch Of Snow
Snap Of Branch
Startled Revelation
Facing The Reality
Of This Moment
A Remembered Echo, Residue Of The Event
The Tree Fallen In The Woods
Without Sound
No Human Witnesses, But There On The Ground
Death Frozen In Place Serenely
As It Should Be,
With Swallowed Feelings
Frozen Image Fleeting
Under Melting Life And Death
Lost In Time Transformed By Internalizing
The Image, Years Old
A Metaphor
For Today
Brooding, Ponderous Steps
Footprints Of The Road
Down The Path I Must Take
Alone After The Dying Sudden,
But Inevitable Nonetheless.