So this,
Is what it feels like,
To have a sword
Then a spear,
My reach
Appears
To have gone
Beyond
Its initial limits.
Gaining experience
My senses
Sharpened, hence
Through living
Perceiving
I see
What I could not before.
I am no longer clouded
By pretense,
The future
However
Is shrouded,
My poetry
Still
Parts and pieces
Of my recompense.
From my chosen path
I will take
What I have,
From my mistakes
To my achievements
And push further
Than I have ever dared
To Imagine.
My faith
Will be challenged
Attacked
Bruised
But my will
Will
Stay strong.
-Dante
O.D. 