what awake lies here in broad nightlight?
that which is meant to be so dark here
somehow gives strength to the plight.

dimmed journey unwavering takes its weight
two steps farther, not forward nor backward
but slightly in to the direction of fate.

and bones rattle more quietly as flesh becomes
part of an awkward figure standing almost alone-
heart beating violently as it moves through the slums.

revitalization is a long time coming to this soul
and the body in this battle finds relentless
it’s champion shoveling on the hot coal.

at reprieve this child steps out of the fire
fully clothed in robes of silver and gold
and willingly that figure wades back to the mire.

and nights become days as this life grows
far beyond the mind of a child and all that it knows.