Creating A Tribe
As he looked to those assembled,
He knew he was a part of something.
In his past, alone, always alone.
Now with his gathering he was guaranteed
to always be seen,
Always be looked to, to guide, to exist.
This was now his, it could not be taken.
His words, once falling into silence,
Were now directions, words of wisdom,
Words to be heeded, not ignored.
He had created a tribe.
People who were now his,
His blood, his creation.
A lifetime ago he walked alone,
No eyes fell on him, he had been weightless,
unseen, no one.
Gliding through unobserved, unnecessary,
Forgotten by all, needed by none.
Now the eyes of his tribe looked to him,
Seeking his approval, he mattered,
he was now someone.
His tribe gave him essence,
A sense of definition.
He had created a life to live,
he had forged himself anew.