CREATURE OF BEGINNINGS
It found me on the threshold again,
Not inside, not out, just standing there.
Made of hinge and half-held breath,
Like something real that almost is.
Not big enough to scare the room,
Not small enough to disappear,
Just close enough to change the air
When I forget it’s near.
I felt it before I saw a thing,
A shift in heat beneath my skin,
Like time leaned in and listened
Before it moved again.
It don’t promise flight,
It don’t offer proof,
Just a pull, just a press
On the hinge of truth.
It says, Begin.
That’s all it says.
Begin.
It moves like static learning how
To wear a shape, to hold a name.
Shoulder blades that ache with wings
That never learned the word escape.
It’s not the fall that scares me now,
It’s how still the moment gets,
Like everything is waiting on
The courage of my next step.
It never asks me what I want,
Never tells me who to be,
Just stands there holding silence
Like it’s handing it to me.
It don’t promise flight,
It don’t offer proof,
Just a pull, just a press
On the hinge of truth.
It says, Begin.
That’s all it says.
Begin.
It presses its forehead into mine,
No weight, no warning, no demand,
Just intention moving slow
Through a shaking hand.
And the world pulls inward, quiet now,
Like it finally chose a side,
Like something old agreed to leave
So something else could arrive.
No map, no sign, no guaranteed end,
Just the door I forgot was there.
It says, Begin,
Like it always knew
I was already halfway in.
It found me on the threshold again.
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