Still, Stand

Each day I'm embraced by a new challenge, Uninvited, I'm their host, Though each day I hope for a change, I wake up still standing in the post, As they are hurled at me, I wage as much as I can see. I have given up not just once, All were dark and dreary, My net wasn’t carrying the desired ounce, This made me low-spirited and weary, I was going to throw in the towel, Dig and cover up with a shovel. My muse won’t let me be, It won’t let me do my bidding, My periscope couldn’t see further than its wielding, I still stand despite the uncertainties, I move on despite the deformities. April 9, 2022.