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 ©