Struggle

I have known struggle
She has known me
She birth me on cliffs edge
Of a ragged narrow stair
Ask both Fyodor and Hughes
They once too was birthed The Blues
I dangled freely over cracks
Pests and insects
Nothing else awaited me
Nothing else felt me
Struggle was my master
Struggle was she
Struggle consumed my spirit and soul
Struggle made herself my deity
She loved me
Oh yes she loved me
But Struggle never stopped being all she could be
Struggle was she
She consumed me


by Allison Jones