Beyond

A desperate plea to one who would not listen

Beyond

The pain is real,
It twists and snarls
And writhes and snaps;
The cure's not clear,
To deal with this,
To block the fear
Would be my aim -
but there's the rub.
The fear is real;
The beast below,
It waits the fall
Its jaws agape,
And I above
On balance beam
With quaking foot
And brittle smile.
My only hope
Is love of life
And love for you,
A beacon hold
To keep me here.
And take me up
Beyond the fear.