Is it right for me to be tired?

With all that I ask for?

With all that I’m given?

To embrace the sickly green veins as they bulged from my hands

In pain

In effort

An effervescent always-present straining of the eyes

Streaming of the knowledge

The red in them

Flowing from heart to brain

Brain to heart

Soul to earth

Toil for soil

For life to form from it

Am I deserving of this pain?

I will force the door until it shuts on my fingers

Let you sever the bone from my body

But I will not let go

I asked him for strength

Convinction

And when my arms reached for what was beyond

He shut the doors wide open