I listen intently to his words;
Every. Single. One.
Pulled across the river ~
To the land of the living.
It is commanded;
I listen and obey.
Placing myself in front of the rock,
I am yoked, choking in objection;
Determined to feel every crack and crevice,
Destined to wear it proudly;
Every dust mote & battle scar.
Waking to start the journey again;
Well met, renewed in fortitude.