It is time to be born from the wolf’s jaws
climb over sharp teeth and walk on the earth.
It is time to throw into the ocean
the last of the arrow pulled from my chest.
It is time to find that tiny dot inside
allow it to spread and germinate.
It is time to stop weaving worry nets
stop hiding, stop trying and stop hurting myself.
It is time to make a home
to tend a fire with wood and coal.
It is time for the volcano to erupt white light
beneath a crescent moon and countless stars.
It is time to listen fully to my heart’s truths
risk voicing what I want to say.
It is time to turn to ashes
to trust in dust and sparks and in myself.
It is time for passion to arise and work to be done
to grow into a woman and become whole.
It is time to change tack, breathe and not to think
let black edges melt away.
It is time to let go of dreaminess
get rooted and be real.
It is time to draw my sword and cut ties,
to no longer feel sorry for myself, the world and its creatures.
It is time to begin again
it is always time to begin again.