She Stands
She stands
Noodle-y extremities falter
behind a heavy, obtrusive lump in her throat
Defeat free-falls
crashes onto her marrow
Screw you and the pain you rode in on
pain driven by a whip of fear
clinched by ruthless fingers of the Unknown
Endurance soars on eagle’s wings
from the heavens and suggests
she let go
Rest and wait
Fear and Unknown hide
in shadows
but the thick lump dissolves
into vapor with each dogged breath
Her heart pumps iron
into those fragile noodles
The fight, after all, calls not
for hard fists of brawn but
a patient soul
a soft heart full of
Brave
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The fight, after all, calls not
for hard fists of brawn but
a patient soul
a soft heart full of
Brave
Love that ending.
Thank you, Melva Sue.