Even the strongest
Beast,
able to carry a mulititude
Of other’s baggage
can Sometimes fall
Beneath the weight.

How tempting it is
To just stay
Down
Face down in the mud
Created by my tears

How easy defeat
Creeps into my every orafice
With the mud
Whispering a siren song
Luring me to the rocks
To crash and drown
Out the warrior’s cry.

So easy to give up.

And yet

With strained and mud stained hands
I pull my weary body up
Resting on my elbows
I find my strength
To rise again.

(C) Angela Mcclintock

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