Hard Progress

Disagreement, bottled up,

Fission manifest in full;

Complete.

Journey forced, allied by skill,

Cold land calls--

Beckons me home.

Survival manifest in full,

Pure in its contempt,

Alive with prospects beyond the dark,

Each night of a page;

Unfolding tome.

Fuel burns on,

As fires beckon the beast Distress;

Sanctuary found in census paid:

Grueling process,

Slow in might;

Learning space,

Of twinkling stars,

Each a savior amidst the dark.

Growth approaches,

Unmeasured pace,

Gleaned only in feelings;

In those otherworldly companions:

Those newfound friends.

*

Thank you to my loving family, and all of those who help me, and have helped me, in my life journey thus far.

As much as I say, in truth, that I will pay you back one day, it is a farce:

For one day is a realm infinitely far,

And infinitely undeserving of reach.

These are but words, intent as a pledge--

At heart:

The time is on its way.

It is on its way.

~

You know I love you.

Proof is the gift which I must give;

That which remains to be found.