As seasons change, so too, do I.

As the five yields to the six, a bell tolls,

Somewhere, for no one but for me.

I digress.

 

My eyes were not fit to believe the world simple.

A tail between my legs, a blemish for all to see,

A tainted being without cause, without reason.

The wounds opened.

 

A labyrinth lay in front of me then, waiting.

With hands shaking and feet unsteady,

I moved to the sound of the toll, afraid.

Waves came crashing.

 

I remember black, and a warm embrace.

All-encompassing, it surrounded me,

Its long arms wrapped around me gently.

A familiar feeling fell on me.

 

“No,” I whispered quietly, unsure of my voice.

I began to shake, overwhelmed by the sea,

Emotions swirling in a cauldron, deep and boiling.

“No,” I called out.

 

Confidence descends more slowly than fear.

Once I escaped my labyrinth, the walls I built,

Shielded myself with, were gloriously demolished.

Clocks began to tick.

 

I began to love again, now free and young.

My inner voice spoke omnisciently, content,

At peace with whatever fortune might follow.

I took a breath.

 

When a path was cleared I ran down it.

No mighty power could stand in my wake,

None without cowardly trembling and tears.

My blood flowed.

 

The six now yields to seven, and I yield as well.

To myself, my inner sense of existing,

The one with a grasp on my surroundings, I yield.

I no longer digress.