There is no way onwards, but through,
No path that is easier to walk,
No shield that will deflect the blows.
There is no answer but to run
Barefoot and screaming through the fire
Holding to the insanity of belief
That there is some far side
Where no one will be throwing rocks,
And the screaming ends in a bliss
The only way forwards is through,
Walking into the storm in a summer dress,
Watching the umbrella tear apart.
Nothing, nothing at all can save you
You are destined to become the giant
Bearing the weight of the world
Those shoulders must suffice.
Being crushed offers no respite.
There is only through, the marching
On bleeding feet, exhausted limbs,
Willing the path into existence
One step at a time, hacking a route
Out of the jungle of mayhem,
With no idea of direction,
When the screaming turns out to be
Your own voice raised in torment,
And the silence wears a death mask.
There in no way onwards.
The road stops here.
Time to dry tears
Decline apparent destiny.
Wait for the inspiration
Make a new story.