Give Where it is Due

Solid ground;
without a sound;
I stand here on my own.
I look around,
at what I’ve found,
and I am not alone.

I have trust,
and if I must,
I’ll give it where it’s due,
and just as rust,
is simply crushed,
I know what I must do.

At any cost,
it must be tossed,
into the dark abyss.
I’m not lost,
not to be crossed,
not to be remiss.

And while it’s true,
I stare on through,
and feel naught but shame and guilt,
I must do,
what I set out to,
and tear down the walls I’ve built.

To make a stand;
I know I can;
to revive that which I’ve killed.
This is my plan;
my pain is banned;
clean up the glass I’ve spilled.

©2012 Alex Hicks