Up Against It

The light and carefree days

Are visited upon

frequently enough

But all too often,

I’m up against it,

The wall

Looming over

The dark hiding the shadows

Always on the horizon line.

I’m up against it.

This day I live

Is a declaration

Of my existence

The inscrutable

Deep divinity.

I fear not

I worry little

Though the weight is there

Up against it.

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