The Hatching

It's been years
I've been wriggling myself out
painfully
from the encasement of old habits
and layers of dessicated relationships
Once a solid warmth
within which to explore
the dark questions
Now a useless confinement
worn paper-thin
 
I am discovered.
 
Gasping,
blinking toward light
I shrug off the remnants
of immovable safety
Flutter free
Taking direction only from the wind
on wings of trust