Carry on they say despite the sorrow.
Carry on to make a better changed tomorrow.
Be that change you need to believe in.
Deny those ways they always deceive in.
They — descent of evil yes-to-distress-creditors.
Too much, I say, sucking breath to explain,
overwhelmed by fear and pain and turgid weight of
such a top-heavy world.
I have carried as best I could.
Understand, I have under stood
while scaffold structures disintegrate,
carry ghosts interred, let blood diffuse,
soften tortured soil.
Hope obscured might hide restrengthening roots
reaching deeply to find courage of truth.
Puissant cells emerge from renourishing well,
assimilating potential change
to carry on.