grit

my shoulders
carry the weight
of the world,
my shoulder blades
are real tough,
they pack a punch,
enduring the prodigious.

straightening,
squaring my back,
I take on
travails and tasks
of the psyche,
at the day’s end,
I lean on my own shoulders.

30 thoughts on “grit

  1. “… lean on my own shoulder” left me thinking why I was complaining all my life… The words are simple and little…but those little divine venoms did their work just the way they do, it poisoned the poisoned the poison inside me.

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