Fatigued

My stride reduced

to the slide

of my soul

 

to a drag

as slow as

an old hand dance

 

or a long pull

on a stove

in bitter cold

 

Sometimes

I can barely

stand

 

to bear

my own

circumstances

 

Still

I make

advancements

 

Straighten

my spine

like steel columns

 

Lock my knees

Chest out

Eyes focused

 

laser-beams

“Never hopeless”

is my mantra

 

Build my opus

stacking stanzas

until my work stands up

 

for something

because I don’t

want to fall

 

for anything

But if I do,

I man up and crawl

 

until

I have the legs

to walk again

 

wind to run

Pressing forward

‘til the race is done

 

Too easy to lose

faith in self – succumb

to the hate when felt

 

My cloth is different

Not willing

to debase myself

 

to stroke their egos

I try to uplift

through my gift

 

Love of my people

is why I do this

Present another face

 

alternate view

to the public disgrace

major media spews

 

Fatigued?

Yes, indeed I am

Just a hue-man

 

with a burden

A heavy load

for certain

 

but genetically

engineered into

my person to persevere

 

when they

were breeding

needed workmen

 

Now their burden

is their fear

feeding itself

 

with all the wickedness

they’ve done

over the years

 

but I

 

AM NOT

 

LIKE THEM

 

I’m just tired

 

- HymnAgen