Troubled in Spirit

Troubled in Spirit, I look within.

Those closest to me stand in my center;
intimate.

Standing, waiting patiently is my guardian
showing my invitation to be in the presence
of the Master; exposed.

The callouses of fear make the transition
seem awkward and twisted.

This level of intimacy existing only in
possibility overwhelms my sensitivity;
nerves in air.

Wearing this connectedness to light screams
of vulnerability and danger.

Perhaps, this feeling is normal in ecstasy.
Perhaps, this transformation transports
chrysalises to Eden.

Sam Roberts