Ready to Fight

Depression, Healing, inspiration

Ready to Fight

It’s a cold dark day when lanterns would glow

In a haze and a fog as thick as a snow.

And my spirit is faded with memories clear.

And the air smells of ashes and whiskey and beer.

Sleep, sleep comes calling my name,

And I stand and I stare like a moth to a flame.

And the sickness engulfs me so eager to care,

And the long night surrounds me with kinship we bear.

Long are the hours that memories pain,

Long are the years that repeat, and again,

Sorrowful cries and fears of defeat,

Drive me and pound me, no strength for retreat.

And I drag myself forward to travel the grade,

Up from the slopes of the bog where I laid.

Up from the music of torment and tears,

Up from the madness I’ve swallowed for years.

So Here I become, from pieces to whole,

From slivers and shards, the pieces they stole.

Pieces I bear in my arms to the Light.

Foolish one that I am, ready to fight.

---J. Spahr
2013