Day 19: Strive

Strive

Sometimes pain
will break you
and
the linger of an
unrequited memory
haunt you.

Perhaps doubts
will plague you
and
you'll spend time
rubbernecking towards
your past
and your possible
future.

Maybe fears will
still your hopes
and
you'll be laid to rest
with magic

just behind your lips -
dulled fire in your eyes-
wisdom in your joints, your wrist, your fingertips.


Or sometimes, perhaps...
Maybe you'll strive.

Opening stanza borrowed, re-broken and edited from TheRustGeek's Day 15 poem