footfalls disperse the fading light
the empty streets speak of hope
crunch of leaves
soul wrung out to dry
conscious but slipping conscience
ridden until rest is futile
poised to bear the brunt of risking
joy in a nutshell

ropes bind weathered wrists
will to resist only an afterthought
slowing breath brings relief
eyes close to the inviting darkness

it rolls like a soothing cascade
covering all sense of pain
so clean, so calm, so divine

a flutter of a beat
a tingling in the marrow
a surge in the layers of skin

aright, blood seeps to feet
vision clears and attempts motion
shaky at first, body buckles
a fighter never forgets
to rise


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