A Giant’s Footsteps

[Oden Prufrock]

hi Oden the few edits you did have improved the piece.  i think it's still too wordy though. they're are a few lines where you could cut away some of the fluff and make it more powerful.
the opening line is the line that should draw the reader in. you can be metaphorical. without [i sense]

silver scales slide out from my skin;

think of word choice make each word work; you already have alliteration with silver scales. can one word take the place of [slide out]?

silver scales slip through my skin;

you can change it for something else. i kept the third alliterative s but you don't have to. try and pick a word you can connect with fish.

if you go through the poem and remove words that add little or nothing in a similar way as above, it will improve 300% i promise.

cut baggage be mindful of word choice.

well done for putting an edit up  

Latest Version (2):

A Giant’s Footsteps

I sense silver scales slide out from my skin; works better but: see above.
they appeared from my ventures in the world.
knowing their time is right, they come
like a dragon's fortunate blessing;
a sign that the future grows more radiant with each step.
I feel surging, spirit-defining joy in this journey,
for the boy I see arise from the tar and muck is a giant; arise is a good word choice.
he forms from nature and by his will corrects himself.

the moon smiles on his strength,
his solitude in darkness gives him focus while he trains
to accept the teeth of chaos in his flesh,
never be destroyed by weakness and despair.
he may pound the earth like an angry bull out of his pain;
he may give in to the weight of the world;
he may singe his legs with heat of his speed against the wind.

Such is the metamorphosis from bully to immortal man
who lives on in hearts he empowers.

Version 1: 

A Giant’s FootstepsI sense silver scales bristle under my skin,
They appeared from my ventures in the world,
Knowing the time is right, they come,
A sign that the future grows more radiant with each step,
I feel surging, spirit-defining joy at this journey,
For the boy I see come from the tar and muck is a giant,
He forms from nature and corrects himself by his will,
The moon smiles on his strength,
His solitude in the darkness gives him focus while he trains,
To take the teeth of chaos into his flesh,
And never be destroyed by despair or weakness,
He may pound the earth like an angry bull out of his pain,
He may give into the weight of the world,
He may singe his legs with the heat of his speed against the wind,
Such is the metamorphosis from the bully to an immortal man,
Who lives on in the hearts he empowers.

I reworked the style and language. Have a read when you’ve got time.