How do I then transpire
walking out after the fire
after everything has burned
along with everything I learned

No longer needing to be rash
leave these footprints in the ash
a trail for me to now follow
with all of this pride I swallow

As I seek out what will last
fusing future, present and past
into a single moment to claim
finally free of any lingering blame

Climbing this final lonely hill
in the hope to somehow spill
words to capture all that I feel
the rapture of all that I reveal

Able to full immerse in ink
balance how I feel and think
I reflect upon that initial spark

how it illuminated all the dark