There's a dark crevice
In a frozen mountain of stone
Hardly allowing me
To squeeze my life through
No doubt the harsh elements
That mountain has stood
Has made her icy crust
Much thicker than it should
I push my way through
With struggles and glare
Brushing off remnants
Of her hardness
That has always been there
The warm sun and the birds
That finally greet me in the light
Encourage a new journey
Where I can finally
Let go
of the Fight.
Joni James copyright 2024