Poems

Resolve


Timed out conversations
that continue on
even after your presence has faded.

So many shoulders offered to lean on
but I want to lean on my own.
Yes, I am that stubborn.

It isn’t pride as much as stubborn resolve
to prove, even to myself, that I can,
I can, Dammit, I can!

These hands are cold
but my dreams are warming
and that helps me shiver less.

This road is long
but my hopes are a beacon
showing me my destination.

Conversing with you
gives me strength
even after your voice has faded
and the phone  has disconnected.