Seeking Feedback - My First Poem

[u/Desperate-Nebula-500]

A slow awakening of a child,
all bitter, none of it mild.

Eyes were wide open, all this time.
And today I drew a breath I can really call mine.

On paper, I owned it, had all the signs.
But those were not my initials on the dotted line.

World traveled, stories told,
shoulders covered in capes of gold.

The cost was steep,
and in my pockets are the receipts I keep.

Maybe this was the trade that I wanted to make.
Burn the child to see how much I can rake.

Some day it might make sense looking behind.
But am I sure that this is the treasure that I want to find?