Presence

Forging ahead....
I wear the sun's impressions in my face
like walking into an inferno
and walking right out of it
I always walk out of it
burnt and scarred and coursed
but I LOVE it
it is what I am best at
this summer's sun beat down and burnt my walls
and now to forge ahead in muddy bloody footprints
from the voyages of season past
my hand in my quiver with one arrow left to soar
searching for my trajectory
Forging ahead into Autumn