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.
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