POST SCRIPT
After this blood sacrifice
on the Angel altar
I do not get death
disease or detention
The portal of transformation
opens and I walk away
refuse the call become small
20 years pass
before I begin to talk of it
10 more years pass
before I begin to write of it
3 more years pass
before I begin to accept
my metamorphosis
When I finally write
about this
blood mystery rite
I free myself
from this bondage
Healing begins
the door of creativity
opens and I enter
I sing songs of sorrow
that will free me
Silence holds me hostage
keeps me clipped-wings-crippled
I must share my story
re-shape silence into song
Silence is my captor
Story opens the door
I sing songs of memory
I sing songs of reformation
I desire the grace of release