Once more, rise

Once more, rise

Broken and jaded and humiliated,
I stand at sundown, head bent, with my spark faded,
Body heavy as if my failures I carry,
“To stand is useless,” I deem, and fall.
Down I come, hopes and all.
Among worms I sprawl,
The air turned rock, not a gust to ruffle, what peace, I made the right call.

Yet someone wished for a squall.
Someone called my blanket a wall,
Wished to stand up tall, loudly call, every challenger brawl!
What foolishness, I rebuke inwards, to dream so big when I am, so small,
Failure that I am, after all.

Resolute, I looked up, to show myself an unforgiving sky
But instead I saw stars, eyes looking into my eyes,
Fly!
I heard, soar, in joy cry!
But I can’t, claim I, and I reply,
Prove it. I laugh.
How sly.

So I raise myself
And I stand up straight
And straight at the moon I stare,
Witness, Diana!
My oath to make heavy,
The empty scabbard I wear.

With heavy arms, though getting lighter,
Grab the rusted blade tossed aside
It’s heavy, I can’t, it’s too much for me,
Are just thoughts, they shall be like tides.
What a bore it would be to lie down again,
So I swing to the ground and the skies
And I’ll swing till I soar, come blaze or downpour,
Sweat drenched, I swing till sunrise.
Once more, I rise.