2022-10-10 #writing/poetry #poem-a-day
litany for courage
no song can summon courage, she does not serve at your pleasure. the bee does not approach each flower pretending she is a killer. Raindrops don’t fall knowing they will be absorbed. Children do not leap thinking that love is impossible. I think therefore I am but thinking is poor substitute for living thinking makes me disappear. No, no, no. Anywhere but here. Anyone but me. We are meant to survive even when survival is a poor existence. We walk on tightropes pretend the air is poison imagine our muscles decaying bark mold tightening around our eyes a somber face locked in place it’s getting hard to see I smell resignation stale life in the waiting room waiting to die but too afraid to live sometimes an eye will snap open like a pyramid bursting through earth surging towards heaven a wakeful miracle, wet lips, tender sprouts, blood coursing burning cleansing wreaths of lies our breath turgid like a newborn wildfire.