on arriving full circle
My arrival ‘here’.
Breech. Feet first.
Initiation training. Spent a good part of life – Running.
Spent the last several months attempting to determine what I have been running ‘from‘. Discovered that all this time – I was running ‘to‘ – myself.
Saddened at the eclipsing of my own image in the mirror.
Staring back at the kaleidoscope of my smile and tears, bleeding in colorful concert, a silent impromptu cadenza with no audience.
Fallen. Broken. Pieces.
Crawling. Standing. Feet first.
My arrival, ‘here’.