He told me I earned this title
like the soldier on foreign land.
I never asked for your blessing;
your knighthood. I was fine
under my cloak walking through
crowded hall blending to the wall
like old gum. He saw though.
Something I didn’t realize I was seeking
and he put the compass in my hand,
guided me across these trenches.
He knew I needed a squad, and I,
it’s untested general. I didn’t
earn this name but I’ll wear the
badge on my chest as a blessed scar.
Saint's Muse 