The Ides

I'm questioning what's been testing me Might be my best years have bested me And what most call prime For me, was decline And I'm just now recovering I fell apart during the middle of the month On the fifteenth day my roots came up And so the ides in spring Caused themselves to cling To every chamber left beating Even in the depths of our bones We can feel effects of the ides we've faced alone Through long nights and changing tides we wonder If we're even worth healing now And so I I grit my teeth with the solstice grind Cling like a leaf to a drying vine And hope for the time That I shake the ides and be up and on with it I can hear the voice as it's calling out From the waking hours in the darkness now And I can't be sure, but outside my door I think I hear Martha crying Even in the depths of our bones We can feel effects of the ides we face alone Through long nights and changing tides we wonder If we're even worth healing now Even if Christ's hand touched us all Wouldn't we remain to be creatures of the fall? Insomuch that he was touched Lazarus got old and died and he's buried now