This is the arc where the skies get star-less.


It gets a little dark on this side of the cliff, when you begin to obsess with death over life, looking for the middle of the night in broad view of the light.


God, you're too high for this.


Your cries tend to get hushed more. Live through some Rocky shit, & your scars resemble Mount Rushmore.

What is it that you continue to climb for? When every shoe that life has blindly & closed-handed you has made you slip for days.

And happiness is not what the world gives in spades; it cuts through hearts, even the lowest in the book.

So exactly how and why do you want to continue to play?

This is where faith comes in, certain that you can make your way

back to the light & back in the fight, a hero who saves your own day.