The old me is still strong -wants to run; the new- to fly.
Learning is creating great quakes of consternation,
and I can feel the bones of my soul stretching.
As fear melds into laughter and reveals the colours of the living,
I can feel each dark fibre of complacency and numbness snap.
I hear a sharp intake of breath, so near!
And I look back to find it is my own voice
which has opened its throat to gasp and claw for this strange, new air.
And I fill my lungs with this weightless grace;
I courageously leap from the cliff of the mundane.