Inch By Inch

I know how you feel.
You think you are still inchworms all blue-
green, trying
to climb
out of this dark
world, moving with your quirky inching, tucking
your chin
bending
advancing
forward
inch by inch, arching your midsection
exposing your
front section
your soul
section, wide open, your waist
high fear
against
nothingness
shielding your eyes, avoiding light, but I see your white wings.
Remember.