I am the one left behind,
bound to the past by honor and a tempest’s child.
I am not forgotten.
And I am not too far gone.
Yet I am left behind.
I didn’t expect my universe to wait,
but I didn’t plan to see it travel so far.
Though perhaps it was not all for naught,
considering that while my universe grew beyond my orbit,
I Grew as well.
Multitudinously, concentrated, and nearly impervious…
I’ve created a stronger gravity of my own.
Not to bring my universe back,
but to repel me from the quagmire.
The Black hole of the past,
where dim flickers of light die I will continue to grow.
I will become the epitome of the Culmination.
I no longer seek to settle.
My roots are deep enough.
My pruned branches will grow and bear,
And my fruit will be Rare.
Rare, seasoned, and exquisite,
The Continuum of days has made sure of that.
But glimmering hopes of the past have lost their hold.
Only shining gems of the future can guide my path.
Those radiant stars that pull so strongly and shine so brightly.
Bright as or brighter I will become.
I will be a beacon all my own.
I don’t intend to lead,
but my Gravity will find a like star.
And I will never be left behind
Again
