fledgling feet
in a mental wind
kicking
to no satisfaction.
no action
will subdue this beast.
and how he feasts.
every comfort
gnawed to confetti,
blown
far
by the wind:
still in this world
but lost.
recalcitrant truths,
impossible
to breach through.
stone-hard
and weighty malevolence
offers no remedy
but acceptance.
buckled knees
before
the budge-less.
one final
push
before relenting…