Arduous Ascension

Don’t let yourself fall privy to excuses,
butter up your bruises,
abuses will slip from the surfaces they cruise;
and the crisis your fighting is lying,
those arms are made for flying,
no crying or reality denying;

Aimed for over the moon but it’s tricky,
the target isn’t sticky,
picky choices make your skin feel really icky;
and no, it’s not all in your head,
you really heard what was said,
what led you to find comfort amongst dread;

Treaded on the path that’s much less traveled,
looks like thickened quicksand but its gravel,
cavil comments won’t make the truth quickly unravel;
each step is heavy, but it’s made,
trust, be not afraid
hindsight to reveal you’re really glad you stayed.

William

Little William
He carried his hero everywhere
to protect him from the things he didn’t know
and the things that he did
His bones grew weary in both
strength and height from the countless
times he crouched to hide from the monsters
within his home
His hero, stuffed in his back pocket,
granted him invisibility most times
For if they were to find him, they would leave him black and blue again
And he just didn’t have the time to be in pain
he didn’t have time to be afraid
not anymore
because little William had a plan
with his hero in hand,
he was going to settle the score