They dragged me
screaming
down the highway
to their sacred hell.
My torture was a whisper
to their grinning
over fires
that fester.
Nothing in nature
can rewind:
naught but the hand
of God.
Upon retaking my first
steps
anew
I mounted the struggle.
Peace my birthright.
Truth my shield.
Bold conviction
became shaking steps
ascending
the stairway
to heaven.
With my folly transparent,
I witnessed
the cackles and claws
of the demons
to be mine own whip.
I set down the weapon.
I let the ashes of despair consume it.
I do not look back,
for the stairway is its own guide.
Bittersweet is the rasp of envy,
and gratitude: the beckoning of peace.
Those two songs.
One by Led Zeppelin; one by ACDC.
You can't be exposed to rock without these pillars of experience.
We must keep struggling with this question.
The high road, or the low?
If we cease to struggle.
We are either dead or hopelessly lost.
Win your battles, my friends.
Enjoy!
DEW