shall I pursue this musing?

I stake my life and fortune
on what I deeply believe

and I endure the trial and tribulation
for the triumph of others.

I hone exceptional craft to a razor edge
slicing deftly though every challenge.

Lights prevail.
Survival and salvation

are now beyond my reach.
Only transcendence will see me through.

The dry husk.
I can't return to it.

Metamorphosis
the only grace.

I can only return to my homeland
as New.

I accept my fate.
I offer prayer and sacrifice.

A thunderous cloudburst
shatters the oppressive humidity.

I know the release in forgiveness
accepting things as they are.

I feel the lightness of being
accepting others as they are.

I free myself from endless vigils
and see them for who they are.