masculinity, poetry, Uncategorized

the day

The day,

Ahead, tight and brilliant,

With cold,

Another challenge,

A test as in all aspects,

A man is tested,

Leave the ramshackle

Warmth behind,

Out into the day,

My shield arm is strong,

My sword sharp,

Feeling the bite in

My fingertips,

Make fists without skin

To caress,

Make use of my actions,

And continue

My path, not blocked

Nor befouled,

But upwards,

And I have the strength

To walk it,

Without games,

Or flittering shadow,

To distract me from it,

Centered and supple,

Restored to myself.

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