The Grim-lit Dark

All my life I was taught to be a soldier.

I even signed up.

When the dream ended, I realized it was never mine to begin with.

A victim of another's lost fortune.

Now, I forge a new path, one that rests on my own deeds.

Much time has passed, a lifetime spent and wasted.

I am young, so they say, but I feel so old.

Each word I lay down is a pulse of light along a grim-lit path.

I write to embrace the past.

I write to know I didn't fail.

I write that I might not feel so lonely.