What you’ve done

Don’t turn from what you’ve done

Don’t suddenly shy away and look back through the halls of the past

And think it was a mistake

Don’t turn upon yourself and put everything you’ve worked so hard for

On a shelf behind glass

Don’t turn from the new generation in shyness as they tread in your steps, now

For what you’ve done is eternal

You lived and were human

It courses through the universe with the thunder normally reserved for inorganic compounds

Do not be ashamed of this empire you’ve made

Don’t turn away, as you look at some book or other object you once made long ago

And think that it means nothing now

Where are all the ghosts you made? They look forward to you with sad faces from the past

Every day passes through their eyes, leading up to you now

None of it was a mistake. It made you.

Follow your footsteps to the water made in your memory

And bathe in it like it was something sacred you forgot about

And walk into it, walk into this ocean until your feet rest on the floor unfathomable depths below

The light of your future depends on what it is

There is a story if you can remember the words, there is a song if you can remember the melody

And it was always yours, anyway.