Goddess of Destruction

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Shifts and changes and emerging truths have me thinking about the fierce goddesses, like Kali. The ones who tear everything apart and will not put up with your timidity.

"Go," she whispers in the space behind my ear,

"I will find you on the other side."

She points her finger to the burning lava

rolling slowly into our path.

She bids me to walk through it.

I approach and let the hot winds slide over me,

slide one foot forward and as the lava meets it

watch my skin redden, burn and blister.

I pull my foot back, gasping.

Underneath the blisters new skin

comes forth with a healing coolness.

I must walk through, and trust.

I step forward.

My skin is burning.

Will I emerge newborn and healing,

or crumble into dust of dried bones?

"Go," she whispers.

I breathe.

I go.