you make everything your sword.
running back to misconceptions,
strength & wit play the accord.
un-intimidated by wisdom,
unbothered,
unchanging.
consistent and complacent
but the patience is ranging.
from steady to dying
unfit but you’re trying.
misfit,
no denying
there’s nothing to confide in.
but you envision a love,
unkind,
unrequited.
in desperate need of
a simple teaspoon of new guidance,
dismiss all of the bad energies you’ve invited.
we’ll only survive if we fight it.