Becoming

Youthful fallout behind me, an adult fighting for my next birth.

My gift to myself is this darkness. It took time for that possibility, its observation and realisation, for it was easy for me to be blind whilst in it.

I accept it without resignation, indifference, love or hate. I accept it as a beginning that could lead to those or more.

I am not wicked like a child or a sinner for that is wickedness unto others. Mine is personal. I am wicked within and unto myself.

Destruction and creation are born of the same heart. I am halfway to the fulfilment of that - youthful fallout behind me, an adult fighting for my next birth.