POTF #3

To My Muse

You bricked me down
in that nauseous dirt
Hit on some Saints lines
The Mary's and Michael's

I said to my self GIRRRL
If you don’t climb this hill
you’ll be kicking yourself
in the ass till you’re dead

The tourists all stared
as I crawled to the path
down on my knees
where things frequently start

I summoned what will
broke through my wall
so I'm climbing that hill
You stay with me still.