low

Harsh days come

to everyone

and cold hard days

when your spirit-blaze

is banked down to embers

and insecurity remembers

itself

You are heart-sick

fall-quick

The words stick

even though you try to forget

try to let

go

try to get

thicker skin

straighter spine

taller head

stronger soul

And a pin-prick

becomes a stunning blow

It lays you low

But you say you know

that it doesn’t matter

what the harsh days bring

Still you feel the sting

 

Feel it, then.

Feel it

then 

rise