In the Trenches

In the trenches
Aiming for the sun
Shooting the sparrows
To see the finches
Nails torn
From scratching the surface
Knowing
There's no easy divergence
It's a fight
Of giving in
Of giving out
Of might
Wanting to sleep
Wanting to weep
With the dawn
Coming at a slow creep
Eyes on the prize
Finger on the trigger
Foxhole muddy
The horizon a wavy ghost
Deep digging digger
Trembling hands holding on
To hope
To grope
For another day
Because
There is no other way

*Survivors of Domestic Violence