Running a Cage of Fire

         I find myself running a cage of fire. The screams
of echoing pain strike at me in nice pulls. Such clarity
rings in the silent moments.

         Softly I whisper a prayer. Holding onto the life
I am standing in. The rush of breaths just exhale inside
a daunting display of sarcastic laughter.

        So dearly I cling to the forms of sanity Jehovah
presses at me. The enduring strength he gives me to
push higher. So here I am, so ghastly radiant in the
throbbing shrieks of white lightning.

         So simple it would be to admit defeat yet something
stings me back and I hold my head up. Such endurance
so clear as the ringing of tears express their lungs.
So deep is the rage of living through.

       Yes it thrives. Holding onto a moment of truth,
I leap for the words as the flashes of spots greet my
sapphire eyes. So clear I should beg to close the evening
with my leg propped. Yet I cannot allow the negativity
Of the moment to absorb what is a demanding
necessity.

       So here all I can do is hope that a sibling is taking
notes and sending lots of love. A hope, a prayer and
maybe a swift kick in the rear for being so stubborn.

       Indeed a hope.