We Pursue Past Our Pain

in our various pursuits in our lifetime
from race to race, from time to time
we will fall, we will all be knocked down
nonetheless, if we can at least crawl
we crawl slowly. then we walk
and we pursue past our pain

when we are tripped by our own feet
enemies laugh, friends frown
feeling like we have been slapped by concrete
for our negligence, for our carelessness
for our lack of grit, for our lack of wit
we brush the slab away,
and we pursue past our pain

when our trust has been violated
we are wounded, we feel betrayed
when we see our chairs at the head
purloined, stolen by a friendly face
we wear a mask of tears and shame
yet we wipe our eyes as we pursue past our pain

when knife yielders slash us
when gun bearers cap us
when robbers rip us
when cons con us
when sun and ice burn us
still breathing, though bleeding

crawl if we must.
we crawl slowly. then we walk
and we pursue past our pain