Determination

For matters with weight

I cannot give up

Although they may darken

And empty my cup

Til I am left dried there

With heart growing slow

And the cage of my body

Resents will to flow

Each finger is stone now

Of that I've no doubt

Still I must push through them

To let my words out

For what else is there

For a prisoner to do?

Whether stuck in my body

Or behind bars brand new

I cannot in good conscience

Ignore what's without

And if I can't ignore it

I must rally my clout

And pin up my weariness

Into my hair

Fold all the tired

In the clothes that I wear

Bind my stone limbs

with ribbons that pull

And puppeteer my escape

Back into the world