I’ve shunned my birthright long enough. It’s time.
Usurped in childhood, I reclaimed my power
(As kind hearts do who are not prone to cower)
By doubling down on the usurpers’ crime:
Exiled myself. My vengeance took the form
Of monks in study, worms in the cocoon,
A lone lost warrior, training by the moon —
I would not play the game: I chose the storm.
Those long hard nights are over. I am whole.
Their theft propelled me through the gates of hell
And on the other side, to my surprise
I found my kingdom waiting. Come, my soul.
Crack open all my being like a shell
Outgrown. And like a phoenix let me rise.