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.