Survive

Survive

Turn the screw,

and then the key.

Fate has cast

her doubt, against me.

Tossed deep into

the mire below.

Left to flail ‘till

life lets go.

Torn to shreds

by blooded nail.

Dragged doggedly,

along this trail.

Through frozen ice,

and biting rain.

Chilled deep within,

this swollen frame.

‘Till I can travel

on no more.

Until the snows

begin to thaw.

When life is easier

than this pain.

I’ll hold my head,

and know my name.

Copyright © 2015 Deborah M. Hodgetts