Expansion,
unfolding out into a new form.
Wider.
Droplets tapping along,
rolling down my fabric.
Shielding space beneath me,
keeping
it
dry.
More and more droplets
drizzling from above.
Heavily washing away everything from before.
Then,
a gush of air taking me upwards,
out of grasp of one’s hands,
into the clouded sky.
Murky and somber.
Drifting off
to another realm.
I think of my destination
lying ahead of me,
waiting for my approach.
I hope to be picked up
in another’s hands,
where I cannot forget
my reason,
my worth.
When I finally reach
The place of my journey’s end,
I notice a shadow
looming over me.
Reaching out for me.
The next thing I feel is
expansion.