The heat

She reads the words and nods her head.

“Just like me” she says to self

and knows at last she’s not alone

in the fierce and unrelenting heat

of life’s, oh, so harsh demands.

No energy or will to fight

those demands that test her faith

and as the heat sinks deeper in

she knows it’s looking for her soul.

But in the still and silent night

soul rises up to fight, fight, fight,

and dawn breaks on a cooler state

to help her face another day.

Caught in cycles all are we

from joy to sadness, hot to cold,

but there is solace in the thought

that all things pass away.

And so she waits for the pause

between the good and the bad

so she can build a stronger soul

to cut the heat off at the pass.

Where will it go she wonders now

but frankly, my dear, she doesn’t care!