ahora que tengo veinticinco años, ¿a donde voy?

he’s so betrayed by what
he thought would have been
this life.

he thought nothing of the sort,
that happiness would ever
be these shoulders’ shawl
and yet here they are,
warming so much
they are contemplating a shedding.

he thought nothing of the sort,
that joys would ever
be this career path’s making
a choice between the good and the bad
so evidently clear in the mind
and he impressively choosing right.

he thought nothing of the sort,
that hope would ever
be this heart’s guiding range,
that the parameters would ever be set
so he could go out and inspire,
and never falter to show conviction.

he thought nothing of the sort,
that twenty five years later
he would know where to go in this
miraculous birth he knows he was granted
and in the shadows of the titans
he still found a way to distance himself
ever so slightly
so that the sun would know where to shine.