Unbecoming

I could sing a thousand tales Of love and loss, trust and betrayal Of shining nights and shooting stars Birthed within the fiery void Of unbecoming Of unbecoming Voiceless, stories curl and flail Against the silence, make avowal To find expression, penetrate Slip through the tender narrow cracks Of unbecoming Of unbecoming In the light, such things are small Subsumed within the daily trials Yet come the night the spirit rails Against the silence heralding An unbecoming An unbecoming I could sing a thousand tales Against the silence of the night That slides across soft, narrow cracks Of unbecoming Of unbecoming Of unbecoming Of unbecoming In the light, such things are small Subsumed within the daily trials Yet come the night the spirit rails Against the silence heralding An unbecoming An unbecoming But in the quiet, the seeds unfurl Push through the loamy depths Prevail against the pressure of the soil That weighs so heavy, wayfaring towards a new becoming In the light, such things are small Subsumed within the daily trials Yet come the night the spirit rails Against the silence heralding An unbecoming An unbecoming In the light, such things are small Subsumed within the daily trials Yet come the night the spirit rails Against the silence heralding An unbecoming An unbecoming