Poison?
Yes, I poison myself.
Drink like a fish
who flops in the drought.
Draught?
Aren't I clever.
Clever as I am I can
not tell running
from fighting.
There's lightning
where I come from.
And thunder that
ripples the water
makes you say
"just a little bit longer!"
To your mother
waiting worried
on the shore.
I. Want. More.
I want to be
invaluable.
I want the wind
to wish I was the sail.
I want the ice
AND the hail.
And I want the force of it
to cower at my stoicism.
Hood up, muck boots on
Carhartt weary as it's ever been.
It all fits like the finest glove.
Let's get to work.
Come morning
I am already awake.
Already ate my bacon and eggs.
Say to the mirror
as if it has ears
and knows my mother is dead:
"I do not yield."
I am already the shield
that spares life's victims.
Look at my face.
Don't shed your tears for me.
I have work to do.