Shall I call this fire?
Inside burns fire?
But the things
Pull me back
Pull me down
around corners unseen
If I thought of escape where to fly to...
Into the sky?
The scouring wind tearing clouds from mountains, taking dignity from flowers and trees.
Into the night?
Shadows gather in armies, pull my legs away, the fall bruising weary times.
If I was to stand and resist, fly my flag and cry out rage, but if asked 'what do you fight for?' Could I answer? know the fuel from where my defiance flows?
such a whisper though
silenced too often
Defiance; keeping going when even you stop believing, when there seems no point; that you know still there is a shred of you that never was defeated
And never will be
I will climb out
My footsteps are on the path to this. I hope from the Eiger I can see my way