A New Day to Test a Soul

Clarity,
Induced by bags of sand
Lifted in a metronomic meditation
Built in forty second bursts,
Comes quickly
To a harried mind
Living in the muck
Of do-gooders
Who have failed
The ones they’ve helped.

To keep stepping
While the mind tempts muscles
With rest and promises of make up days
Is exactly what aggravates accountability,
Leaving those needing help
Right where they are.

Better to battle the mind with heart,
Letting each beat pound some sense,
Sense developed from discipline,
Determination, and shown
Through confidence, swagger, chutzpah
Into a soul, which is so much better than
Walking away, taking leave, quitting…
Unless, course, the latter is the truest option.

Clarity,
When quads ache and breathing is labored,
Sees life’s journey in black and white.
The choices are clear,
Get busy
Or
Quit.

Give me the grinders,
Give me the strength to persevere,
Let me compete.

Busy.

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