To evolve is to know pain
Shedding soft uncalloused
skin, bruised, sunburnt,
in place of graphene
armor, breaking brittle
bones in place of stainless
steel, resilient, impregnable.
To evolve is to bleed
Purging the body of
toxins, gashes of raw
skin as rancid blood
drips out, reopening
wounds, uncovering cancer
cells, metastasis gnawing
at your sanity, spitting
at your personal
growth, diseases
uncured, cauterizing skin
To evolve is to excavate
a steady surrender into
your basest form, shovel
and spade digging through
mounds of dirt, exhumed
skeletons, trauma clinging
to your foundation like
rotten roots.
To evolve is to begin again
Starting from zero, building
anew on the ground where
your stunted spine grew
gnarled, contorted. Ripping
out overgrown weeds, filling
the void that bore
your addiction, discarding
rotted fruits, making space
for new seeds.
Seeds to your reincarnation.
Seeds to your evolution.
Soul on Fire 