There is growth hidden in the pinions of abandonment.
A rose with thorns sharp yet healing as they pierce.

One must turn inward deliberately
Almost cruelly and with intention
to open the scar tissue and bleed out.

Very few are brave enough to go there.
No one warns of the jagged edges or the depth of the plummet.

Travel alone at your own peril.
Better to pack for the trip; bring a poultice.

Better also to leave room in the satchel for the gems
for there is growth hidden in the pinions of abandonment.

Very few are brave enough to go there.
I am on the journey now…will you join me?
I know the way; we can support one another.

And if you too abandon me, know this…
My wound is my friend now, I will survive.