But Battered be, Still I am Free

Like ants
We crawl
Desiring always
To scale that wall,
Not one of confinement,

But one of confirmation
That would scream to the heavens
"Hey! I’m alive!"
A shout that would fall not
On deafened ears

Of fake cheers
Exposing fears
As one nears
That horrible edge
That would end it all

When,
One hears that shallow call
You will fall,
Wild animals will maul
And tear your flesh

As you take dying breath
To have finally found
On blood-spilled ground
The efficacious of mind,
The purity of soul

The battle won,
Nor victory lost, not by chance,
Nor happen sense,
But by a lifetime of tears
And empty rooms

Filled by shallow minds
That shout and chant
"Be mine! Be mine!"
For you will find
That after all is said and done

You will find that you have won,
Your footprints left
Not in sand
To be washed by the sea
But in cement

For all to see
That
No matter how bent and batter we be
Somehow,
It all made sense to me.