body enjoys the tainted ecstasy that
surrounds her. Slowly revealing her
nakedness, she becomes secure in thought
and form. Then the tears begin to fall.
One by one they hit the ground and are
collected, liquidated memories of what
was and what never came to be. Her
arms fail to resist the pull to enfold
herself, trying to not let that last singular
drop of vanilla-coated essence escape.
She watches as this ethereal moment
consumes the last drop; keeping it tightly
sealed in forever. The darkness begins to
fade from her heart, illuminating the
dance of light that exists in her mind.
There, revelations appear like dewdrops,
each one a belonging to a whole, creating
a river of understanding that envelops
her being. Colors enriched in light and
truth begin, only now, to shine into a
prism of existence. They open a path that
has been blocked since the umbilical
was severed. A path that reveals; a path
with only a few travelers. Enclosed in her
epiphany of love and simply being, she
steps out of her body and into the light
of what is to be.
A moment of death, letting go, and rebirth.