Saturday, March 9, 2019

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!

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