Bent over and bruised,

Staring down, waiting to fall.

The blood on my brow is testament,

Trying to break down every wall.

Confinement is the enemy,

Inspiring a looming dark.

Shunning away the light yonder,

The contrast on each side so stark.

A clenched jaw and fist I hold,

Commanding the heavens above.

The elements follow my mind,

As I pull myself up and breathe this love.