lost of heart

i am
the sum
of my parts. . .

the child
laughing.

the man
learning.

the ghost
tracing
the outline
in a reflection
not its own.

i am
the
damage
done,
the trails
won,
the fear
subsiding,
the love
undying.

the truth
behind
the mask
worn to
hide.

the sigh
at the end
of the
greatest
compromise.

growing old
without
restraint,
but letting
the little boy
be free.

walking through
the darkness
blind,
and opening
eyes
to finally see.

i am
the rest
of my life,
and where it leads
is all up to me.

the rain
forming mist
on the streets
within.

a child
hungry,
frail,
and thin.

a break
in the noise
sounding out
like a cannon
from the war
waged without.

a child
tired,
shaking,
and filled
with doubt.

i am
the sum
of all
of my parts.

but i am
whole,
and have
never
lost
heart.