Last night I took a journey to my toe
I left my head through my torso down my leg to the end of my foot
Short in length but an remote holiday from my mind I took
My travels began weeks ago after many days and nights of resistance
What did I fear?
What was I letting go of?
Why was it terrifying to close the door behind my head and leap into the unfamiliar?
The path was dark.
I felt my way outside the perimeter
I hovered there for nights, not willing to let go
I knew I had to leave the known to get there
I battled dark nights
I won the battle
I trusted that I was safe….eventually
I now go and come at ease
My toe has no eyes
My ego feared my absence
Self-conscious of how small it looked from that distance
We are now better friends for it