A Cycle Ended

how could I have known?

It was a difficult road
and lost became
my only way

out of the realms
where I touched
grass and my feet

bore no sin,
my heart could
hear truth that

reigned as the stars
light up the sky
but my way was dark

and harm happened
to me and from me
and of me; I cried. 

I crumbled and died
more times than
felt right, felt wrong

I vied for a song
but no birds did land,
the red one could not

see me, I commanded
to the gods and
to the men I made god

was always in the flowers,
the bees that bit them,
how could I of known?

How could I of known
my wayward days
would end and cycles

would be worth
bowing to—with
one. 

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This poem emerged from a space of deep introspection, tracing the winding paths of loss and rediscovery. I wrote it as