pull to push

 Pull to Push

The ice cream truck's song struggles

and leads away the last of us

luring with sweet promises of an open window

stumbling into a new world

bordered by a gate's iron locking

refusing entry to all I've known

I turn to run to my past 

as I sink into this other side

my fight quickens the swallow

as I slip into the descend

the fall leave's me at a forest's doorstep

wondering if lost or found

careful not to pick sides

i'll eventually take those first few steps

pulled by power greater to my less

blankets of fog tucked in by a chill

it slithers down my spine;

fresh fear challenging my backbone

then the pulling turns to pushing; still more powerful than I

i'll step further, unsteadied 

no breadcrumbs to trail

no backtracks to take

the forest only moves forward;

at least that's what they tell me