Buck Up

[up_town_gurlie]

Inevitably I see
there's ripping at the seams.
What a god-awful sound.
Yet I'll fight the feeling of hell bound
and say I'm fine but
it's never taken how I mean.

I'm not giving in still,
I can't quicken my pace.
Slothing along, catching spit in my face.
I grew smaller in size as I realize
these giants won't turn into wind mills.

Taken aback, I look
for someone to cling to
but busy battling all are on the move.
Just as well, my pride won't all me
tangible moments of weakness.

So I hide it all,
condensing the urge so tight.
Crying inside with all of my might,
I fight a war on two fronts.

Long hours, heavy legs and still
a merciless grove of fire.
But I see the end that ignites a desire.

I consent.

'Til the heart of the fire comes over me
I'll smell my charring flesh to persevere.