I held her in my arms,
and she was perfectly beautiful.
My body shook, cold,
like I was pulled from an icy river,
somehow she warmed me.
Did she know she would chang me
Pain unrivaled, hour upon hour,
trudging up this mountain,
one step forward, one back,
not quite reaching the peak,
my initiation was not yet complete.
Would I pass
It was almost more than he could bear
Pacing the floor,
worry lines creasing his forehead.
Helplessness written on his face.
He was my knight,
always rescuing me, but
that night I became
After eternity, she found me worthy.
I’d fought hard,
this woman-child body,
just twenty-one, old enough to drink,
yet still full of childhood illusions
of playing house.
I had earned my rank,
won the prize.
That first night she cried so much,
had she changed her mind
and found me wanting?
Was she as afraid as I, of my
falling short, not measuring up?
There was no turning back now.
Laying in my arms, she must have
felt my fear, her little smile
‘You’ll do just fine,