Pilgrimage

It takes time to unfold

To peel back the layers, one by one

Suffocating shadows you once called friends

Labor of self-love

Fruitful destruction

Like my ancestors

I fled home and crash-landed on foreign soil

Time and time again

I know now

Time is labyrinthine, is cyclical

Is painfully transient and hopelessly long

Is serpentine

Coiling and uncoiling itself, it ponders

Is this the apex

Or have we only just begun?