Becoming

bəˈkəmiNG

the coals at my feet

the coals at my feet 
burn less indignantly than 
the fear in my eyes

unfamiliar stars 
align my bow across an 
esoteric shore

i traded these chains 
for a walking stick and a 
pocket full of sand

if i want to raise 
a new life from old ashes 
i must burn this one

fight monsters with care 
lest you become the object 
you seek to destroy

i spent my whole life 
preparing for this moment 
that just flickered by

if i just practice 
every step ten thousand times 
my luck will find me

a building that lies 
exposed to harsh weather needs 
a strong foundation

pleading in silence
blood into mud into dust
is how all men die

every day i walk 
from the comfort of my bed 
into the unknown