Iron and Steel

by: Wesley Hague

Iron on Iron, and steel to steel.
Each day I go, this fight seems real.
To wake, to live, to yearn, to thrive
I stand to question whether I'm alive
Who am I? or what could I be?
Is there more of me than I cannot see?

A chance, a flaw, I've missed the mark.
At times, things around feel so dark.
To return, to stand, to grown, to learn
A chance again, all I want to earn
On feet I stand, once again I shall try
until on my backside, again I lie.

Today is good, that path seems brighter
The load I carry, today seems lighter.
To laugh, to sing, to dance, to cheer
Times like this, I wait many a year.
Between the awful dark and the bright light
I walk daily as I fight this good fight.

Iron on Iron and steel to steel
Each day I go, this fight seems real.