Onward

I took the long way home,

down the road lined with spirals of broken glass.

The light of the moon reflected off them

A myriad of flashes, mirroring my face.

In my back pocket, a few old coins -

the good luck coins blessed by an ancestor

using the name of an unreliable deity.

I would have no savior

no luck, except my own.

No future except the next 3 steps I took.

You took it all. Every last beat.

In the smoke of the incense,

I see your eye. Controlling. Watchful.

But I'm walking on home.

I have my place in the darkness.

Somewhere to live in the light.

Fight. For me. For you. Fight.

So I stand here, uncertainly sure.

Confusingly clear.

I ask of you...no. I simply ask

Are you sure?

Are you ready?

Are you in?