Lifted

Pausing
Before a door
Labeled strength
And yet
All I can see
Are dark steps
Leading down
Below the progress
I’ve already made

While the path
Makes great claims
It also charges
A fee of
Pain
Struggle
Immobility
A mark
For entry

Alone
I lack the faith
To trust these claims
But I breathe
And am surrounded
By a cloud of witnesses
Who carry me
In the openness
Of their hearts

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