Dragging in the Dirt

Locked into a struggle within a weary troubled mind
from a recent travesty so harsh and so unkind -
do I look forward into life and see the parting clouds
from storms that seem to pour on me as rolling thunder sounds -

I walk until the my very soles are torn and red with blood
I crawl until my chest is chafed upon the dirt and mud -
to inch towards a light that gives me life away from night
and gives the hope of love and warmth that leaps to soaring heights