​KNUCKLE-DEEP
 

Hope

is the fickle

thing

I carry unbuckled

in my chest

and tell

the girl about

because I don't

want her to

know the hard parts

written in the dark.

But who am I to keep

her from crawling,

digging knuckle-deep

into the path

God's carved out

for her

with His

sharp-ended

ray

of

light?​​