Maybe

Deep in the changeling universe,

there lies a volcano,

simmering and seething,

I stand at its edge,

enclosed in the warmth,

my feet burnt.

Below, lies the ocean, cool and open,

Maybe I should leap into the ocean,

leave behind the demons I have known and grown,

without me, they will die

they were mine,

without me, a part of me will die too.

Maybe I should leap into the ocean,

frolic with the waves,

heal the burning,

there won’t be any ground beneath my feet,

the warm embrace will cease too

without ground, a part of me will cease too.

The wind tousles my hair,

teasing me, inviting me impatiently,

part of me is convinced,

I want to leap,

to feel something new,

part of me stays on the volcano - clinging to the burnt bits.