YEARS UNDER

Please don't doubt my strength
I sweat I'm strong
rough
tumble
desperately humble
This thing,
whatever it is,
isn't killing me
But I'll fight it all the same
years under thumbs
years under fists
years of service
have primed me
have honed me
for this
bricked me up
and let me down
And now, face to face
with the monster in your closet
I'm fine
we'll be all right
just kiss me at every stoplight
the question isn't
"what is Heaven worth?"
the question is
"what is worth Heaven?"