Walking Contradiction

I’m a walking contradiction.
A paradox in a pair of shoes.
Immortality trapped
in a plodding mortal frame.
Warrior’s spirit
bound with bones.
Tender heart
chained with fear.
Longing soul
weaving dreams of air.

My mind wanders among the clouds
but my feet are fastened
firmly
to the earth
Mapping foggy, crooked streets.

Boots measure weary step
by weary step,
Far behind my racing thoughts.
My chest aches
for what I can’t…
…I don’t
understand.
Ash and dust in the wind
Tears from the sky,
water and starlight,
forever bound.
Paradox in paradox.
Trickling past with
each grain of mortal sand.
For when one day,
the way shines clear
the light undimmed,
That light
will be the end.