still the pain...
shards slice within
crippling, forcing me to bow
feel the pain, yield to
the grip of limitation

NO! shouts my will
i will move on
i, this one of will and power
this man of means and strength

i will move, i will not yield
what are you?
a simple discomfort
a muscle in rebellion, ha!

within, the frosted grip seizes
pain, upon pain, slicing will from reality
leaving me
lying, crying in this moment

i cannot go on
i am beaten and crippled
i surrender
and, still the pain