At the end of the labyrinth

The dark thickened

‘Turn back’ I heard the hedges say

I sat down looking at the guardian of the final door

‘You’ll never be the same once you cross it’ the little worm said.

It edged forward into the dark

A chrysalis appeared

The dark was unfettered.

The light from the little cocoon didn’t throw but a single ray on the beyond.

It hovered for an eternity while I waited.

‘There’s only decay left behind’ I said to the hedge.

I bowed down and rested on my belly, arms crossed, chin on knuckles.

Submission to the patch of Patience.

In a swift turn of the sands of time.

A butterfly stood in place of the worm for a fleeting moment and flew into the skies of life.

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