This Other Resistance
one thing
that takes a lot of time & energy
that moves in like a hungry lion
though I’ve fought the lion
I’ve tamed the lion
I’ve rocked the lion to sleep
it still roars mountains of resistance
sucks the air from my lung like a punch to the gut
tricks me into believing I can’t do it
though I’ve done it before
I’ve been the lion
hungry for a feast of joy
but damn this one thing
this jungle of mirrors
confusing the face of I can
such a strangle it can cause
I am grateful for legs to run out of the jungle
for stones to throw at false reflections
a million fractures that
I put back together slowly
Hi Vanessa, You’ve hit this one right on! Too many fear “ they can’t” . Being a poet helps!!
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