The battle never ends, but I must. I must.
There is fear and rage on the other side
And I walk into the face of a brick wall.
But inertia, paralysis, are on my side.
And I must fight them instead of claiming,
Instead of harboring them to protect myself
From Life, which seems to be uncertain.
I cannot go back to days when life was sweet.
The certainty is gone, the strength is gone,
But if I struggle, if I try, perhaps
I can gain some height, something that allows
Me to step over the wall, that brings hope.
And so I must find myself in the clutter,
Find myself in the rage, the unfairness,
The naïveté of so much confusion, obliteration
Of who I am and what I can do.