Metamorphosis

It was suddenly my turn to enter the Cypher: “Palms sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy”. The fear in my eyes mirrored the wound of wings once cut.

Frozen mid-air – A cocoon.

Cracked, by a heart pounding louder than Drum & Bass. A shy caterpillar.

I crawled into the circle, anxious af. But this time, I let myself feel it. Feel all the crap my soul had been drowning in. No holding back.

Heart pounding out of my chest, totally off-beat from the slow rhythm. I paused. Forget about them 30 strangers encircled around me waiting for a performance. I closed my eyes. Listened.

I rose up slowly. Eyes still closed. Head tilted towards the ceiling. Sunlight pulsing through a gap, spilling down onto me.

I let my body feel. Everything. Inside and outside of me.

Then the music slowed, calm into my bones. Wings beginning to flutter…

I entered the music. I became the music.

Waves rose through my arms until they opened up as wings.

Dissolve into the sound. Disappear into the rhythm.

I spun, slowly. No room, no audience – just breeze. The air of my inner child’s first breath in a fucklong time.

The music stopped. I opened my eyes, slowly, calmly. No claps. Silence. Just eyes that said: I felt that.

They didn’t see my performance. They felt my truth. My metamorphosis, in real time.