March 8, 2015
I’ll push through each sinking step
To avoid the inevitable end
I’ll grab the vine hanging above
Keeping my head above the sand
I cannot yield
My will unabated
I need to be alive and well
Even if I paint on a smile
Taking deep breaths and slowing time
Before I react and shift the foundation
I will decide to combat my pain
As agonizing as it may be
I will dance in this density
Emily ©
