It’s in the moment the back of your fingers disrupt the flow of break-up tears
Choosing carrots for fries though your waistline remains stubborn
A quiet resolve to not be infected by their judgments
Slipping feet into bedside slippers, though the morning seems cursed
The dust off after the dust up
It’s the one-more-time, despite knowing what insanity is
The wiping up of blood, the deep breath
Shifting the prime directive to survival, the only desire that visits
It’s in redefining victory, permission to hug yourself
Courage is birthed in the attempt
Praise your inner warrior, quietly and humanly courageous
Humanly Courageous
~Duran
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