Long been reluctant to search deep my soul
The need for survival, to grasp fast control
Brave are the faces I wear day to day
Ensuring that nothing should stand in my way
Accomplish all tasks without grouse or complaint
Brush off concern with command and restraint
Important it is that I go to great length
The picture of moxie portrays inner strength
Yet within there is nothing, a pit, an abyss
Like benign little tumors, non-cancerous cyst
I’m often left wondering when might the dam break
Is there a limit to what I can take?
I have not the answer, but also don’t question
For all of the things that my heart did invest in
Have paid back in spades, which is all that I need
And turns fast a lock that has never been keyed
My life though mundane has still never been dull
I live without angst and a heart that remains full
Until the day Death takes me over that hill
And work-wearied hands can forever lay still…
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