For Truth’s Ascent

Current full force,

as if it were grass.

To grace niceties

so gracious I pass.

I descend upon it,

my temperament.

I fall upward into

hallowed descent.

So full as to cower

as if some prowess

that exerts energy

while under duress.

I’ve a beacon light,

under my own fight,

wish well for others,

I pray your delight.

I labor at heartache

I hear from within.

I pray see you and

your truth ascend.