We’ve all these -isms
Seeking meaning and purpose
Why neglect to Love?
Self-hatred and angst
We will forthwith be free from
They said to their souls
This fight for each inch that we rise to perform
The truth of it is, we’re not built to conform
Would we, were we forced, fail a personal best?
No! For we’re not Earth’s penultimate guests
An hour, now, clutching the cold morning coffee, an acrid-filled, comfortless cup.
Consumed, we, with what’s bearing down at the door — bellowing “more, more, and more!”
Will this new blanket be warm enough, this day sustain hope beyond the front-porch light?
Still, dawn’s bright, there, without, meets a heat — long-stored and stoked — here, within.