April 29, 2015
Warriors
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We
each have an intrinsic drive to survive-
A
warrior cell that commands us to
breathe
deeper and refuse
to
silently submit and be broken.
It
forces arrows out like splinters
and
ignites the light to cut
through
our clouded eyes.
in
the moment that we are most bent over by what
we
have heaped upon ourselves
this
warrior carries its demands
on
a voyage through our veins
to
reach our stuttering heart
so
that even when pressed against
the
ground in drunken stupor or
pinned
to the wall by shame we are
compelled
to cry out and claim
something
for ourselves-
something
made rightfully ours by
that
undefined divine.
That
moment marks our baptism
into
a new faith where
our
warrior becomes our god
where
we worship ourselves by
silencing
our self destructor-
telling
the part of us willing
to
go to hell to be right
to
shut up and be still-
and
in that silence we
can
finally hear our individual truths
and
believe in them.
Workhorse
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My
job is moving boxes.
I
lift them.
I
carry them.
I
stack them.
It
requires no mental acuteness
just
force and motion.
I
am a workhorse.
Once
this was a source of shame.
A
downfall.
A
disgrace.
A
disappointment.
A
failure not exclusively my own
passed
with bread at the family table.
But
I'm not a simple beast.
Untaxed
by trade my mind is free.
It's
a resourceful explorer
wandering
like a wild creature
not
a broken brute.
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