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.