To Stand Alone

[ashurbinipaul]

To those who strive alone at life’s long toil
No hand to hold, no spare to walk beside
Though time draws long on march through mortal coil
Though form is crushed ‘neath weight, though grace denied

Though it may be your fate to fight As One
‘gainst multitude of demon strong and sleek
Or cross the wasteland seared by fiery sun
the sand strip flesh from bone, your body weak

You must not bow, Not yield, but rise and fight
Let Strength and Spirit guide you through the fray
Your Soul must burn with Zeus’s thunderous light
to rend asunder all that bar your way

When lone you struggle, nearly overrun
True Strength must triumph all, the Strength of One