HEAVY THE BURDEN, STEEP THE GRADE

Troy Bird

For years we have fought,
we have struggled to make something out of something it wasn't.
Trials and stresses tore at our determination.
But here again we stand.
Once we tasted the nectar, basked in the brief respite.
But the enemy grew wise, and decided a slow death was better then a loss,
so here we are like two knaves lashed firmly to the wrack.
watching it turn and feeling the very tendons of our soul stretch and pull taught,
praying to not feel the sickening snap of torn dreams severed hopes shatter strength.
But this wrack is not locked firmly,
it is simply containing us at our own convincing.
If we but turn the latch the shackles will fall resoundingly to the ground
allowing us to stand up and face our maker once more.
Standing firm in the knowledge that we are made for more,
we have tasted and can partake again of the fruit.