HOW FAR

How far will my feet take me?
Not far enough, I guess.
Despite the many thousand steps,
I can still hear the footsteps of my demons
Catching up with me.
I look down on my weary hands
I wonder how
These same hands that hardly know labor,
Look so beaten yet uncalloused.

How long can one’s heart endure?
I remember,
It used to beat to a different rhythm.
Strong, steady, and fearless,
Resolve that sounded like war drums, endless.
Now restless,
It skips a beat.
The sound of defeat,
The song of the weary and tired.

How far will hope carry me?
When I see the light at the end of tunnel,
Fading, like the love in my heart.
I used to wield it like a sword.
Now bore heavy in my tired hands,
From the many battles I have won.
And many more I have lost.

The fight goes on in the absence of enemies,
Because the battlefield is all I know.
It has become my home.
I have come this far,
Yet I do not recognize who I am,
Or even know the person I was.