Me higher and lower into unknown suffering
I feel the gravity longing for food
As if starved for all of eternity
Heaved and pushed and pulled and scratched
I flail in the wind like a piece of soaked paper
Wretched, lost, alone, and searching
For some clarity in the tensioned fog
I know not what comes after this war
Ease? Danger? Love? Regret?
But what I need above all else
is the serenity that accompanies the legendary hearts of brave women and men who undertake mountainous burdens to uplift and survive. The drive they have is deprived of weakness, meekness and gloom. Soon, I will, soon, I’ll kill, the pain and gain all that was lost. For once, again, the first time, and always, I will be clawing at the surface of the concrete around me, to dig myself out of the cave I am captured in.
I will stop my clawing, and I will rest with the wind, and await its settlement on soft sands that brush against my skin. I will wait for time to bring me my answer, and make me, once again, an unstoppable dancer.