One More Push
My mind is tired of thinking
what does this all mean?
Realities have many faces
and they speak different languages;
mostly in languages,
that nobody understands
not me, at least.
Shall I still ascend
like a Phoenix bird from the ashes
or shall I lie down in the firing?
Older people think
even such efforts.
When life itself has changed
to extra effort, one more push
is heavy to carry,
even with brave wings.
© Yelling Rosa
2023-01-15
