Destined

Born in the season of the earth, my legs were made for dirt.

A sole and righteous son, I felt destiny’s weight from birth.

The wagon wheel is pushed as sweat bleeds through my shirt.

Such feelings that are brined, in these poems they are unearthed.

And in this life of mine, like mighty Hercules and his labors,

Allegiant to my tribe, I raise my shield and shine my saber.

As duty calls me harshly, fill these oaths of old tales and fables.

The harness cuts my neck, but still the plough feeds the stables.

Transplanted from the east, I live the ground of stolen soil.

Still I eat and take its harvest, a soul split is one embroiled.

A bull will stomp its feet, yield to those to whom it’s loyal.

Seasons turn and end, still for my family I live and toil.

These burdens beget strength, awake the old and ancient power.

To stay the dark of night, of a world that ceaselessly devours.

You never really understood, even when I gave you all my flowers,

And though we tried Dear Wendy, we never built that Ivory Tower.

Pretty Lion, dutiful Bull, fire crackles upon the earth!

I look upon charred gardens and memories that only hurt,

Our eyes met like puzzle lines, but it was often we pulled away,

The stars destined other things, I see it clearer day by day.

Did we really understand or did we juxtapose too much?

And all the stories gone undone, sometimes love just ain’t enough!

That island shrinks in my rear viewed gaze, new heat from the sun.

Free beneath unburdened skies, like when Bambi learned to run.

Destiny, it bears its whip, but scars do not abate me,

A Taurean spirit, far from undone, the past cannot deflate me.

My spirits changed, a new will begun, that doesn’t have to change me.

The oak tree, left ribbon-less, only myself can save me.

The jailor’s gone, I’ve paid my dues, but sometimes I remember,

Time uncorked, it sips like wine, three rotations gone this November.

And the pan, when he takes flight to sight a new adventure;

He sees a new star above; a heart breathes unfettered.

Destined, but still not destiny,

And it’s okay I fly away.

Finally I own the past,

It’s how we make a way.