Child of Mutability
Polaris, a beacon of stability,
held steadfast in place against the shifting cosmic array.
Here on Earth's solid ground I struggled to keep my feet still.
What limpness of will was I born with,
to be borne by the wind,
and to chase it?
For I have turned from stance to stance to stance,
and circumstance to circumstance,
and in circumspect see that I have never held still.
In three short years I have learned how to fight,
and learned not to.
I have hated with ferocity to make even Cain tremble,
and have loved deeply enough to kill even that hatred.
In less than half a decade I have been romantic and cynic,
zealot and skeptic, sinner and saint,
but I have never been solid.