At 17, power swarming out of my very cells,
I poised on the brink,
toes lined up on the edge, arms overhead
ready to swan dive into womanhood.
My parents tried valiantly
to restrain me,
chain me static to a boulder
in the middle of the raging river.
So I learned to go deeper,
to know that all things pass.
Why are those around us so frightened
when we step to the edge of the high dive,
hearts pounding, energy crackling?
I resented their interference for decades,
caught in what-ifs,
doing exactly what they forbade
in a futile attempt to be free.
How can we become present
to our power, our glory?
It is so evident in hindsight,
and I am lost to today
while I ponder it all.
This, too, will pass.
My energy circles in this moment.
There is nothing to solve
in the past or the future.
There is no problem in the present.
Here is only constant choice:
embrace or deny,
connect or disengage.
Only one path offers
the surprising, adrenaline-filled leap
and the stunned faces of our loved ones
in reluctant, astonished applause.