Thresholds
& the perpetual unfolding that awaits
There is a threshold I stand upon
it comes with a price I do not yet know
and that is what makes me hold so tight
seized by what might
be beyond me
The perpetual unfolding that awaits
each precious life
the visceral trembling of rupture and change
I am made mute by all I cannot name
and yet, I think this is where life begins
as the veil between this phase and the next one thins
and what grows weak in the heart must wait
for the strength that comes from unexpected places
like the man who holds the door open at the pharmacy each day
reminding me that what I thought would be my demise
could be the very thing that marks a New Life
like Nobel and his dreaded dynamite
a foreword to the promise of peace he left behind
Thank you. Your poem helped me release my clenched jaw today. Been up since 4 fighting my demons.
Beautiful. That thin veil is like a membrane that tears as we move to the next stage and transform. Sometimes painful, sometimes barely felt, always transformative.