Jan 28, 2009 22:36
It's an upward slope. I knew when I started.
and there will be a storm awaiting me
that will push me back down
just when I've reached the top--every time.
With steel clouds above, spitting resistance
and sinking into saturated sludge- an exhausting place.
At that moment, that single second
the words I've fought to the top
(faggot)
will weigh heavily over my shoulder
and they will be a blessing to carry to the top
The gusts will only grow as i plant myself
but I will do this for what I believe and
i will fight for my place in the wind.
~after a bad day at work, James