warrior, warrior

I am tired of turning left.
The chill in my bones has finally subsided.
It is no longer a matter of head and heart,
but of my aching feet.
I will press my soles into the earth,
feel it crumble beneath me,
and wear my calluses like stories,
leaning forward into the fury of the wind,
until the throbbing in my heels no longer pains.
And when my heart is weary,
I will keep my eyes on the horizon,
and pound into the pavement.
I am a warrior,
and I will set the world on fire.