The Great Becoming

I’ve placed too much of myself
right here, along the cable
Too much remains erratic
or, better yet, unstable

You moved me like a puppet
yet I gave you the strings
the ones you used to pull me
bound on your broken wings

You thought you knew what made me
much more than I myself?
You knew only the miser
denying hidden wealth

Now I tear from your orbit
Limbs bleeding, bruised, affrayed
I stare out to the future
to history yet unmade

Should I now speak in whispers
or what the slaves call "tongues"
to keep the lice from feasting
on my heart’s congealed crumbs?

Do I excise all feeling
drain out my tender side
lest I be snared by sirens
and dragged beneath the tides?

I need now a rebirthing
A death of what once was
Rechristen myself Devil
to slay a thousand Gods

Sing requiems for the dreamer
who choked on your sweet words
He lives now reincarnate
beyond the reach of herds

I’ve felt this from a young age
through each and every bone
This life of mine – a battle
One I must fight alone

The path I call "Becoming"
A test of strength, resolve
Dare I traverse the miles
and with each step – evolve?

~MRDA~

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