Push

Deepening waves of pain lash out at me.
They seek to protect me from a secret.
From the truth.
I push on, past the agony.

This false rain cannot bind me.
I will not yield to its seductive touch.
But I am weak.
And now all choices are mine to make.

How can one prevail over one's self?
Time.

Temporary

Everything must one day hide itself.
Through death or,
Perhaps,
Something otherwise fleeting.

No, I reject the end.
This is not what I,
Truly,
Can allow myself to become.

My will alone redeems me.
Though I cannot atone,
Secretly,
Fate does not resent the lost.