Don’t let yourself fall privy to excuses,
butter up your bruises,
abuses will slip from the surfaces they cruise;
and the crisis your fighting is lying,
those arms are made for flying,
no crying or reality denying;
Aimed for over the moon but it’s tricky,
the target isn’t sticky,
picky choices make your skin feel really icky;
and no, it’s not all in your head,
you really heard what was said,
what led you to find comfort amongst dread;
Treaded on the path that’s much less traveled,
looks like thickened quicksand but its gravel,
cavil comments won’t make the truth quickly unravel;
each step is heavy, but it’s made,
trust, be not afraid
hindsight to reveal you’re really glad you stayed.
hard work
Hard Day’s Work
Calluses
Hands & feet
Lingering ache from prominent use
Cracked skin
Blood dried, stained
Long hours paved in caffeine
Heavy eyes
Bones stiff
Hunger bellows from within
Wearied lungs
Muscle strained
One day done, new one begins