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