The Feast after the Fast

The Feast after the Fast

I crawled out of the belly of a whale
still in tact.
The green eyed monster 
tried to consume me,
but in this basin
I was lifted to safety.
Though my ribs are exposed
to the elements
The rain comes and washes
away the crispy foam left by my decay - 
fresh meat.
I first must die to be reborn
anew
afresh
restored.
In order to be filled
I must be empty.
To find true happiness
I must embrace mind numbing grief.
These supple limbs had to be broken in many places,
there was no other way.
To reach my destination
I had to take a leap off the cliff -
don't look down.
I had to lose it all
to gain.

Then when all is said and done
I still have to follow and not lead.