My brain is a beast of burden that I will never understand.
It carries around far too much on its back
lashes down the old hurts instead of letting them fall to the wayside
My brain is prepared for anything...
as long as it's the worst case scenario.
As long as it's the impending plague,
the coming famine, the doubtless drought
that may never appear.
Why can't it be prepared for the endless goodness
the forever and ever endeavor?
My brain is a beast of burden that I may never understand
and this discipline in small doses is doing me no good
when what I need is a two-hour tongue lashing,
a good brow beating.
But strength is hard to see
when muscles are covered by skin
but I have peeled the skin back before
I have seen the form
and known in my muscular heart the function
But strength is hard to see
when the muscle you need most for it
is no muscle at all
as formless as the feelings
it longs to express
and about as functional
as your vermiform appendix
buried deep in your abdomen
So I will use this beast of a brain of mine
let my mouth speak the words that
give form and function
to every unspent second
to every ounce of hidden strength
that I have squirreled away
for just such an occasion...
