To Be By T. Alisha Rogers

In eyes, that peer, that see,

They swell with water, tears.

They do not plead, not any longer,

They gaze in the face of defeat.

Struggling, struggling, the soul is weary,

Pulling the mind forward,

For the spirit lies beneath the feet.

Confronting all the barrage of acts,

Here, now, genuflected once more.

Salat all sincere, heart bleeding, yet still,

Brought to bear, no more than one can handle.

I lean, prone I lean, not in gesture, in mind.

I rise everyday it is not my time.

The grand design is not known to me.

The fallen must comprehend, accept what must be will be.

Rebuild, undo cataclysmic destruction,

Remove the ash, the dust, before the hardness forms,

Barricaded within oneself,

Numb to the world,

Losing the sense ...

To be.