Strangely Sure

The question is never how often can we start over?
How often can you fail and stand again,
walk out of the confligration you feel in the failure
And begin again? No, that is not the question.

We know that answer.
There is no limit except for that imposed by the spirit,
at times broken by the history, the lie
that there is one time too many,
that one last time that will break us.

So, no, that not is the question.
The question is always, always,
what are willing to do differently,
what familiar ropes are we willing to cut free.,
what discomfort are we ready to feel,
and walk through?

Not tenderly, tentitively. No.
But walk through with the pride of a survivor
who knows how to fail, knows how to survice
and eagerly sharpens their sword,
wiley and resiliant. Ready, hungry, strangely sure
new steel means new victories.

About this poem

I am the king of new beginnings. Sometimes on purpose.

The picture was taken at Mystic Seaport, In Mystic, Conn.

Tom