PushnPull

the thorn of  life´s misconception
piercing my flesh
like a dominant lash, relentlessly
marking my back
unworthy being  ,  futile waste of air
crawling, fighting still
for reasons to be

stairways
…so steep


….push…….pull….
move…break…fall back

encouraged just the same
time loops chant their refrain
back at zero, collecting strength relics
happiness right in front of me
just a paltry peek away
but always out of reach…

(back to nothing 6-5-10)