We would like to think we stride through life,
but for the most part we crawl,
dragging ourselves daily
through force of will,
seeking to generate enough lift
to overcome the gravity of our situation.
We have all flown at one time or another,
imprinting us with soaring beliefs
we wear like black and white tattoos of lines,
written in the script of ferocity,
the block print of survival.
A graphical representation of times
our fathers tossed us high in the air,
our mothers hugged us near and laughed
at our antics,
and all the times we won-
The anxious battle within...
The tedious battle without...
The absolute marvel of the human mind's capacity to endure.