Saturday, August 26, 2017

Recovery

We mistake but we recover
We live and learn and
hurt and struggle
We create and destroy
Create and destroy
Search and destroy
Are created and destroyed
With the cuts and scars and the bruises
                the backhanded compliments,
                the absent presence
of each passing moment
of each day, of each love
We strive
We stumble and
We recover,
Indefatigably
We are continually inspired and
continually traumatized

Torn down,
Built-up
By the world and
By our images of others
as much as
                of others themselves
                those we love,
                       With all of the fibers of our being,
                                With every artery and vein coursing warm blood
                                         Every sinuous connective issue,
Worn down by the grinding of the machine
Of
                those we cannot stand
(A difference that makes a difference?)
We live in defiant testament to the
                Overwhelming
Forces that envelope us,
         have enveloped us
                 will envelope us
Edifying always, annihilating always
Like water on the falls
Each moment
With each touch
Each sucker punch
Resist worry, resist hate,
Resist always
 your body’s
urging 
     to fear
to seek out something, seek out someone
to blame,
for the pain of the world, 
            scapegoated
to give in
to give up
                (Blockade always, others from the sting)
Of what will sting,
This is part and parcel,
This is the road,
This is it
Embrace the joys, 
      discard the pains
The infinite fleetingness of the
always present
Remember always
Overcome, overcome
                If something deep within you
Cannot allow the inhabitation
          of the present
Of the now, then the almost-here may
                Clothe and comfort you as a warm friend,
As family you haven’t seen since when
                Or may ignite you to something
Un-seen

Our senses may betray us,
                Our last lines of defense
But we always meet and overcome
      meet and overcome
It is in our very nature,
                Something primal
                Something deep within us
     That no scalpel can remove
We, us
                We must live,
                We must strive
                We must be


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