Becoming

I am not certain where this life’s journey shall lead me.

I have traveled far, but yet to become much of nothing.

Fear enshrouds every contour of my dream,

for what I expected is not what it has seemed.

Look at me,

every moment I am still dying,

while my soul cries out for the substance of truth.

Why do our hearts bleed for so much,

yet there is so little to be found?

Why do we yearn for love that does not abound?

Yea, I press forward,

yearning to seek the truth of who I am

and who I am to become.

This life for me is not yet done,

earthly death has not yet won.

Where there is breath coupled with desire,

I will continue to aspire,

something more meaningful than before.