Pressing On

My demons walk in step with my aching legs knowing where my toes are soft how heavy last night was where I might choose to stand when resolution isn’t mine they beg me to stay, to be wrong even when I’m resolved to move they know my spirit’s name and that he’ll flex his fingers and make them fear but now, with nothing to lose they’re here still, directing my hands to tap the keys of a minor chord but even so, it’s a beautiful song it is sufficient, he is gold even when he’s been clamped shut I’ve been here Ligon constantly as my feet with Elizabeth Arden soaked words nestled into my wary fist I’m only wanting more just to press on while the rest sleep to feel beautiful again as opposed to what this was, a sad story, an error, a night terror a far cry from what you were pure amor. Y ahora lo se que, de verdad, te amo.