Poem: Not Today

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Not Today

As some point the scars become more:
open wounds,
or worse, a death,
your skull, your heart,
no longer resilient,
hard, a fossil in stone,
unable to rise
and fight again.

But not today.
Today you rise,
thick headed,
your heart heavy as lead,
wounded perhaps,
but angry enough to fight back
one more day.

About this poem

Some of us battle each day to simply be. It’s tiresome. It’s worth it. But it IS a battle. Don’t let our smiles fool you. 

The picture was taken in Memphis. They have a wonderful metalworks museum there full of amazing metalwork art. Forget Graceland, this is the best museum in Memphis.

Tom

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