Poem, Sagas

The step

The first step stumbles,

As the first signs of youth and inexperience show,

But one is not born on their knees.

It grows steady with speed,

As practice takes precedence over sleep,

The world becomes yours to keep.

With growth in mind and body,

All becomes tools to use and aid in one’s endeavors,

But the steps grow ever sturdier.

Until it is that time will come,

And replace that sturdy footing with memory and wisdom,

Untested it still fades.

And come the day one must stand fast,

With steel and shielding leather in rows of brethren with purpose,

Until one falls naught can allow those steps to ever stumble.


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