Cosmic Alchemy

I am crawling out of this skin.

I'm certain it doesn't belong to me anymore, or if it ever did.

Lifetimes of baggage are falling away from me like rusted leaves from autumn trees

Towards the uncertain forest floor below.

They were once a vibrant tapestry among the skyline, now they are an unrecognizable husk.

A glittering garment of gold now coming apart at the seams to reveal something raw,

Something that runs wild, free and un-caged in the shadows.

I want to die to this life, I whisper into the darkness. I want to be reborn anew.

Re-birthed in Phoenix fire, scorching the unfitting pieces

That now scatter to the four winds;

Blowing off the layers of dust from my long parched soul.

Pulling away the loose threads and cutting away the stubborn resistant ones

Everything begins to unravel.

I no longer need the map they once placed in these trembling hands;

Their guidance falls on deaf ears wiser for the silence.

My body hurts with the drumming of this unanswered beat.

My bones are growing branches towards the sunlight of the unknown,

Lusting leaves fluttering in the breeze

Waving to the possibility on the horizon.

I hear the spirit deep  melody

Of a thousand dreams calling their siren song to me;

And my ears are open to each and every one

Their lyrics etched upon my heart.

I am not this skin;

I am spun from twilight and stardust.

This is not the end.

This is metamorphosis.

This is cosmic alchemy.

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