If you stay the course, we will navigate
a voyage into your unknown.
I will help you to die and gather
the ashes of your many selves,
I will wrap with lace, the corpse of your accuser–
who decreed you worth less than a stain.
I will lay faith’s red thread
for you to grasp, as you lower yourself
into the pacific trench of your past,
sift through its drifts of shell and bone.
There you will find the one you banished
still famished and clinging.
I will coax you to breathe life
back into her and ignite her spark.
I will watch you both leap triumphant
as sting rays, flashing in sunlight.
How I will cheer, as you realise
this bright air is yours.