Monday, September 19, 2016

Will It

Can You rejoice in me?
In my heart clogged
With pride, self-pity overfogged
Can You see?

Does this make something bright?
Push back blankets, stand,
Take a blank day firm in hand,
Is this right?

One step again and more:
Outlimp fog, if I dare,
Wrest back the will to care,
Beat down the door

With blows milk-weak--
Enough, and it may fall.
Let sag the wavering wall
And try to speak.

Is this my voice?
Did I say I would try,
And in that lie
Did You rejoice?

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