Epiphany

Epiphany

Sometimes,
if one is fortunate, perhaps,
or brave, or
maybe
just determined,
life happens in a specific way to lead you,
with flashing arrows
(should you choose to look)
down a specific path, and looking
back you wonder
how you could possibly have missed the signs.

I am leaping and this Robin
shall grow wings in the leaping,
as I fly towards
this dream, long sleeping,
but now awakened
as the rubble fell around me;
crashing,
crushing one dream, and yet, in
the 'all things for a reason' vein
bleeding into another
which shall grow from salt watered tears, but more,
from the knowing that
it is time
I fly.