I Still Dare to Hope ...

I'm on my knees now,            I'm on my knees now,

searching,                            praying,

in a room pitch black            in a world that's wrong,
and upside down,                  and makes no sense,

for Balance.                          for Reason.

Eyes wide,                            Eyes scrunched,
hair on end,                          brow furrowed,
claws extended,                    fingers clinging,
  clutching                            clutching
the ceiling floor                    each other's grasp
like a feline,                        like desperate,
terrorized                            forgotten

and out of her wits.              strangers seeking love.

Gravity                                Loss of Faith
is demons                            is demons
of my past,                          of my past,
heavy as cement                  heavy as cement
and shackelled                      and shackelled
to my limbs.                        to my heart.

My only defense                    My only comfort
is focus.                              is knowledge.
Full concentration                Full concentration
on each nail's grip,              on each nail's grip,

and not how I long to let go, and not how I long to let go,

and not my fate if I did,      and not that I don't believe,

and not the weight,            and not the weight,

nor its chafe.                      nor its chafe.

I dare not even                    I dare not even
consciously hope                consciously doubt
lest the distraction              lest the distraction
reel me through space.        reel me through space.

I'm on my knees now,            I'm on my knees now,

searching,                            praying,

in a room pitch black              in a world that's wrong
and upside down,                  and makes no sense,

for Balance.                        for Reason.

     

                      These knees,
                      my salvation,

                although an indignation...

                      These knees,
                    my foundation,

                      In spite of
                    reservation...

                      These knees,
                      whose virtue
                prevents my resignation...

                      These knees,
                    without which
            would leave me in prostration,

                  provide the platform
                  from which I build.