The New

I used to write of the truth of pain

of the lamb slain

and the naivety lain

before the sun and moon.

Now I've passed the waterfall
I've torn beyond the sirens call
and shook off my would-be deathly pallor.
Strong and new and whole and light

not  a glimmer or glow,

but a sun stoked avalanche,

a full fledged flow

of shining forcing glare- now go!-

set the traps and take your time.

I will snare what is rightfully mine

A spirit, a soul, bigger than I yet know

I will take what has always been mine.
I will take my time.