Surprising what you’ll do when you’re at the end of your tether,

When you’ve kicked so hard that there are holes in the leather.

When your palms have been dug by each nail of your fist

All reason replaced by  random and risk.

When there’s nothing behind but bricks in a wall,

The floor’s giving way and you’re starting to fall.

Your struggling for breath as the rip takes you down

Darkness encroaching; a sense that you’ll drown….

Time to find strength to reach for the light

To use the last gasp to find breath for the fight.

To grasp at the mortar to find grip for the climb

To gain a sure footing to replace vagueness with time.

To find softness in skin and unfurrowed brow

And a skip in the step at the beginning of now

To shrug off the burdens of fettered decision

And SHOUT at the joy of refound ambition.