Stand

When I grow idle,

Refusing to move,

Strands of the world,

Won’t let me loose.

Pinned to the ground,

Engulfing my mind,

Holding me fast,

Like the thorns of a vine.

With roots of comfort,

In place of foundation,

Where courage once was,

Now, only hesitation.

The weak of mind,

A vulture’s feast,

Fear are the chains,

Of Prometheus in me.

The lazy find solace,

In my despair.

The shade of my failures,

Their breath of fresh air.

When I grow idle,

Stuck in the sands,

It’s in my God,

I find strength to stand.

*This poem is inspired by the artwork "The Heavy Yoke", painted by Darren McGirr and depicted below.