
she enters as one
weary of the struggle
the slow crawl
of a soul in agony
to know the purpose
of her existence
surrendering to all
she cannot change
to all she cannot fathom
a fine button of silk
is all that holds her now
to this world
as the final ecdysis* reveals
a harder skin
a tough exterior
belies her vulnerability
inside the chrysalis
a metamorphosis
is taking place
it is the movement
toward imago
the movement
toward realization
the movement
toward emerging
in triumph she sits
atop an empty shell
she leaves as one reborn
-stacy wills (3/30/2012)
(*ecdysis: from the greek, ekduo - to take off, strip off)

i have continued to sit with the troubling images of the cedar tree that i wrote about in my last post. as i did, suddenly the barbed wire embedded in her flesh became transformed into a speculum holding the eye of my heart wide open...unblinking, and i saw my own complicity in the cruelty and suffering that exists in the world - twin beams of ignorance and indifference.


