what once was undying

Countless shards of what once was undying,

they lie upon the mound of their predecessors.

Evidence of my quest - my test.

Broken shards of what once was me,

They are mist, all at once, and again unimportant.

I move forward, lest I turn back and try to fit them

a fruitless task, like gold I can only be forged anew.

Traveling again until I find my zenith.

Glory unending, I have conquered who I am.

I move to sit upon my silver pedestal, but I stop.

Look up to the sky into pools of my own iris.

Except it’s wrong.

I am an infant staring out at the world through a window.

It’s locked and I’m consigned to my fate.

Sitting. Staring. I press my hand upon the glass.

Broken shards of what once was undying,

I gently place them upon the mound of their predecessors.