lamb to lion, moon to light, wrong to right

Upon a time . .
She was darkness tethered
unaware long ago she'd alchemized the chains
locked
bowed
and
spinning
on an isle of truth
mazed by a field of wrong choices
lying to save something sane

porcelain broke
sorrowful circles
glimpses of light
treading life
ballast sought
grounded from flight
cement the cracks
and search for right


hunted as a fox to rabbits
desperation clings to bone & breath
lost to the grace
and
the grateful
living inside her head

rescue rides a dragon
awareness wakened by touch
surrender paid with contented cost
golden thread tenders much

recognition redirected
                  'til compassion for self is taught

so just saying;
the stones are heavy
throwing bleeds out the cut
acknowledge
and
grieve
with each tender toss
and
know that love always
unlocks