METAMORPHASIS
Her life
was too good.
Challenging.
Important.
Handled.
She knew who to call.
She always delivered.
Comfortable.
Too comfortable.
Nothing was new.
Just renamed.
Same problems.
Same fixes.
Same people.
Help her.
The thought
at 4:42 a.m.
Help me
escape
this ordinary life.
She was too safe
to be tested.
Too insured.
Too paid.
Too settled
to question anything.
And still
meant for more.
How could she not be happy?
They had her
locked in gold.
Most would say
ungrateful.
Others were starving.
She wanted a new beginning.
A real one.
A life without bounds.
Because no one she knew
had done what she saw.
No one had built
from their own mind
powered by source,
not permission.
Her family wouldn’t understand.
Most friends were already gone.
She stopped listening
to people
who played small.
She disappeared.
A year.
Told a few.
Built.
Quiet.
Slow.
Brick by brick.
Lunch breaks.
Nights.
Weekends.
Still employed.
Still hiding.
A business.
Some would say divinely
guided.
When it became real
fear.
Disorientation.
No reference point.
But being scared
was better
than feeling scarce.
At least
she would be free.
Free from being defined.
Free from quarterly results.
She chose
where her mind went.
Because what you focus on
expands.
After years of nightly
overwhelm,
She felt
alive.
Running
toward something.
Not away.
Her old identity
in Corporate had
served her well.
Leader.
Builder.
Executor.
Now
an upgrade was required
to lead her own vision.
So big
her nervous system resisted it.
Obsession became survival.
Daily.
Hourly.
Why am I doing this?
Some days
it was torture.
Body in one world.
Mind in another.
Only one bridge.
Action.
Daily.
Connected
to source.
She had money.
Status.
Routine.
Why are you doing this
Most would call her
crazy.
She agreed.
Because it takes crazy
to test limits.
And when limits break
you do.
And then
you are reborn.