Loss

Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), August 2021

 

Just when I feel some certainty
about being over lived losses,
something always comes up
to send me barreling back
to a distant starting point.

I then tell myself to man up,
to toughen up once more
and deal with the dreadful fact
of being helpless against destiny.

I go get my armor, stand up and go
fight just with my hands,
with whatever I have or know of:
I am sure I will prevail, certain
to never make the same mistakes.

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