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.
MB Blissett 