Poetry
There are days so much of me screams No. Usually
I’m lost in a sea of fatigue, tired, hyped up

in the drama and chaos of life that’s not inherently
dramatic or chaotic, it just happens, and then we choose

to label it some way. I scream No, sometimes literally,
often on the inside, a hollow deathly tone

that reverberates through my cells. I need grit.
The grand lesson, in a concerto of lessons,

is how to transform a No into a Yes. A bold, bright Yes,
with rhythm and groove. Perhaps that comes from wanting,

from the decision to surrender, to no longer resist what is,
to trust things always work out, ease into the present moment,

the awareness it’s all we have and maybe, just maybe,
it’s sacred. And that, surely, is something to say Yes to.

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