Gossamer Wings

Debris is falling
At a slower than wanted pace
Clinging to my newly forming wings
Not ready to let go
Keeping the thread
To old ways alive
A resort to comfort
In times of insecurity
Brought on by the elixir
That kills inhibition
The choice to evolve
To new colors
Cracked the cocoon
Only broken by the committment of action
Or the abstinence thereof
Past ways fall away
Piece by piece
Revealing the expansion
Of the rainbow
Ready to connect this soul
To the next world
In the journey of discovery
Of the light
That brightens with each
Metamorphesis
Not to be rushed
For gossamer wings
Tear at the slightest
Unnecessary movement
That strays from the process
Of evolution
The time it takes to grow
Savoured
As potential decisions
Compared to those of past
Are weighed
And with care
Not found wanting
As higher levels of clarity
Are reached
On the currents
Of the world's breath
And whisper promises
Of the great
That is to come
As what was and is learned
Turns into what is known
And lived
Second in nature
As much as the breaths
Taken every day
With the coming greatness
Soon to be achieved
Astonish not
At the effect
Just one beat
Of these rainbow wings
On the world.

- Nicolle