I dared
To cut a clearing in time
Trudging through its deceitful years
Waist deep in its putrid grime

Wading until I am lovingly called
Coveted by the heirlooms
From the squalor I humbly crawled

How did I fare?
I fared not so well!
Hateful and scrawny
I am marred by a winding hell!

Do I still dare?
To scale the treachery of hope
With eyes foolishly glinting
Urging me to buckle and cope

Or dare I fold?
Scuttle my iron resolve
Plummet to normalcy
And quietly dissolve