Living Ruins

In my life I have seen many trails of tears I have seen nightmares And I beat the odds The odds are still mounting Everyday they grow And I am tired I do not think I can win this time I was once a fierce person I could do anything I could survive anything I was special And things happened Like beating an iron door with a hammer Repeatedly beating to no end Then dents appear I am broken My body is old like an elder waiting to die It houses my spirit But can no longer protect I live seeing through the cracks Standing in the dust of the rubble Supporting my sides with canes Keeping my hands safe with splints