Becoming
Tight-lipped pain, fleeting pleasures Dancing in artful combat, striking unannounced Most often against an unguarded heart and mind To hush a path once meant to be otherworldly Silently crafting turmoil where peace once stood Chaining adventure, halting paradise Parading over hopes and dreams, mockingly But what is lost in moments, may be regained in years For there is ecstasy in empathy, and delight in difficulty To discover slowly - that the burdens were worth the battle And that in changing ourselves We inch closer to finding us