Anchor took excitement,
anti-resentment in its stead.
Life took love,
void now fills itself.
School took pleas of hunger,
henceforth, stomach is lead.
Many a thing this path took from me.
Who knew?
Loss, too, can be a gift.
Whet stone dids’t sharpen sword unsolicited.
Hand that’s tightened the bow was forced.
How now?
Look at sword. Sharper’n silver.
Look at bow. Tighter’n Orion.
Who decides that the trail is yours?
Cease to ask.
The hunt, nevertheless, is on.
