I have only known, by Rachel

I have only known how to tell of myself.
My world is like the ant’s, my pack
just as much burden to me,
to heavy for my frail back.

My way, like her way to the top of the tree,
is a way of pain and struggle, mocked
by a contemptuous giant hand
and maliciously blocked.

All my paths twists, are wet with tears
because of my fears of a giant hand.
Distant beacons, you have deceived me.
Why did you beckon, miraculous land?

by Rachel

For more information about Rachel, see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rachel_Bluwstein .