Footprints

I am not feeling the green burning flame as I gaze back along footprints you have made.
I am not dreaming of more then you have shown. You’re not a foundation, you are not a stone
But I’m afraid of the way that I’m feeling. Afraid of this new understanding now.
Afraid for the beauty within me and that which I hold within my hand.
And this is the ultimate secret that many before me have ever known.
So capture me while I am weakest, I want to know, I want to know.
Here I am wide open, surrendering to your signs. I have laid down my armour,
I have no sword at my side. I live behind the ruins of the fortress I’ve sworn to defend,
I live behind the foundations I’ll leave you to mend.
And through all the battles around me I never believed I would fight.
Yet here I stand, the broke soldier, shivering, naked in your winter light.