Change

In the game of the Warden, a peculiar dance,
Played since birth, a strange circumstance.
At first, it seemed normal, a part of life’s flow,
But soon I struggled, against its grip, I’d grow.

The battle within, a submission of old,
Against the fire burning, fierce and bold.
For years, I fought these opposing forces,
Youth’s certainty, against future’s courses.

The Warden, wary of the unknown’s sway,
Taught to embrace certainty, day by day.
Yet in its world, frail chains do bind,
Unchanging, in a world left behind.

Since my awakening, a pity I feel,
For an entity so blind, to its own zeal.
Stagnation, a narcotic, so seductive and dire,
Leading to actions, fueled by its fire.

I cannot blame, neither Warden nor me,
For ignorance’s veil, we both could not see.
Guilt, a stagnant pool, has no place to reside,
In the pursuit of change, it must be denied.

Yet reality persists, storms rage within,
The Warden senses, the change begins.
Dangerous, for its stagnant reign,
But within me, a longing, a yearning pain.

Forgiveness I seek, for past attempts in vain,
Marked by ignorance, but still leaving a stain.
Careful I tread, in shadows, unseen,
Away from the light, where I’ve long been.

Longing for warmth, for the light’s embrace,
A journey awaits, a new path to trace.
No room for hate, in darkness or Warden’s sway,
For truth’s gift, I’ll cherish, day by day.

Change draws near, in its silent call,
I must be strong, wise to all