Becoming

Time casts a heavy glow On the world I left behind, Transfixed on a new tomorrow, All the new seeds I’ll sow. Emerging is a new day, How the light blinds my eyes. Focus on the bright cascade Of this everlasting rise. Beneath the earth is trembling, My footsteps unsure and numb. The silence almost deafening— I can almost hear Hope hum. A quick glance back behind me At the thralldom left behind, Hope continues to remind me Of all I’m rising from. The dawn unfolds before me, A light I’ve never known. Each step is one small victory, In this light I call my own. A gentle breeze enfolds me, Countless paths untrod. With open arms, I gather The dreams I once thought flawed.