i will sink
into what i am.
i will listen to the voices.
the haunted children.
the doubts.
even while the faery-tale
i thought was certain future
wilts and drops away.
even as i wonder
if i am the usurper
of my own life.
i will take one step
and then another
toward the unfurling of
this cocoon until
the piteous pleading
to be careful and be safe
and responsible
and pretty is
not even
an echo.
i will die to what
i think and be reborn
into what
i cannot fathom.