Emergence

Emergence

By what door

might she emerge

from her fears..

Dark fears with

voices incoherent..

With deeper reach

an energy found

Her blackness

longing for white..

Voices now

coherent..

Simple floating 

Calm Ecstasy

New creation... 

" I was introduced early to water. It was dark - floating... voices came and went. "What's ahead? I'm scared!" An emotional twinge grabbed me. " What is this called?" Fear? Apprehension? There is a ripple running through my body, highly charged like an electrical current plugged into an energy I am receiving from my source.  I suddenly feel a softening, a different something is being transmitted.  "It's okay, everything will turn out fine.  You are not alone.  Just float, float... The rest will just happen."

( My poem prompted by this writing exercise by my friend, Marge Z)