God's strongest soldier
They call me God's strongest soldier. Perhaps because no prayer returns Only silence, cold and older. Each grief arrives, another stone, Until its weight becomes my own; My ribs forget what light has known. Still I stand. Not out of courage. Not out of pride. I begged for spring, You sent the tide. I asked for dawn, You dimmed the sky. Yet here I am, too worn to fly. For even ruin, bruised and small, Has simply never learned to fall.