who?

was it all a lie then?
mother, who am i?

that child you nurtured
under a bloody cross,
he only found innocence
by the creeks of his youth.
solitary, single-minded,
he inherited a forested world
no longer his.

oh, to be born a man
in a man’s world, with a heart,
a suit of armor
and a blank map.

who have i become?
what have i inherited?
a constant dream of return,
from these selfish prisons
to that innocent creek
in the diminishing woods.
broken compass or blank map,
i follow the creeks and rivers,
discovering the sea.

mother, who am i?