'Oh cruel weight,' he wheezes Unable to see the light for the grime-covered bricks A tunnel and track black as night Crippled legs, crippled mind Weary eyes, transfixed by the mire Echoes chasing, shuffling steps, dragging 'Almost,' she smiles, 'nearly there' Her own bones grind in their joints Cartilage tearing and wearing away It will kill her in years to come Having to breathe for two bodies But that is later and this is now Onward, forward No stopping 'Get there, Bear,' she whispers 'Move those legs, strain those feet Each step is one less to go and one more behind One more you'll never have to walk again And when you feel like falling, like stopping Like giving up and bawling Remember; this too shall pass, but I won't' 'Almost,' she smiles again, 'I'll get you there'
AJ Carney 