Amid alleyways and outskirts of sleep,
with the angel I wrestled tirelessly for meaning, 
my soul careening
toward oceans and valleys deep.
His name, my voice did appeal
through weeping; still his hold
just as strong and just as bold,
did not my freedom yet reveal. 
But upon the glistening pink
of the Eastern sky, a glinting ray
atop the mountain peak, athirst,
my eyes did lift, and drink
the epic dawn of a novel day.
Freely, I stood, and left for rot a life lovelessly accursed.

by Karli Krueger