The Crux Of The Battle Poem by Skylark Woodrow

I want to be made of steel,
But sometimes I feel that I am made of glass.
Sometimes my mind falls asunder,
And my body breaks under the weight it must bear.
Sometimes I just can't make it.
I try and I try, but I am unable to bend my mind and body to my will;
They fall short,
And so I break.

I am cowed by my failure;
I want to give up,
Stop fighting,
Give in to that which I have been battling against for so long.
But when I break,
I become more intimate with my weaknesses,
And am able to rebuild myself stronger than I was before,
So that I may prevail against my enemy.

(2016.9.6)