Try, I do;
Try, I did;
And the rug keeps slipping
Under me,
Know I am no stranger
To the impossible,
And so moving,
Running,
Racing
I try again,
Upon this endless carpet;
This treadmill of
My life.
Tag: challenge
The New Real
My body is a liability,
I am diminished in my capacity,
As a viral assault occurs outside my door,
I am isolated by my own vessel’s vulnerability,
A contagion of which I fear to be host,
Inside my domain I am safe
Safer,
With potential hazards in every touch,
On every surface,
This is psychosis inducing phobia
to remain in such a context,
And yet here we all are,
In our mutual panic rooms,
Or out in denial of the risk,
We are unwilling hosts in waiting,
all,
Distant,
shut in,
This is the new
Real.
Through the Fissure
When all is dark
Give not in to fear
The dark has stars
That guide the easy,
Light that is still,
Though far away,
Let despair not grip you,
When hope seems lost,
The dawn will still break,
And through the fissure
The light shall spill,
Seeping in and over the day,
Making things clearer,
Making things easier to bear.
Winded
There will be moments
That are hard to handle, that take the breath too soon
And leave us weak, parched, winded,
These moments are the trial steps,
Not the end we are seeking
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