Be strong
even when you’re not.
Even when places
and people
become impossible.
Even when every room is unfriendly,
every day a shame,
every step a burden
and when giving up
seems like a breath of
fresh air.
Do not stop.
Do not cease.
Do not hesitate.
Don’t be like them.
Don’t be like them.
Move forward instead
and when it hurts,
when it aches,
when you bleed
smile.
Eventually you learn
that there is no other way.
That damned weed
grew into a tree and
spread across the chain-link fence
like a lover in your bed.
I chopped at it
with a hatchet
with all my heart
and also with the weed whacker
fully charged
-just like my meds.
And now it’s back
fully grown
like I never touched it.
Ever.
I had to smile
laugh a little…
because that weed
is what we are
as people
that weed
is what we have to be
in the end.
That is the force of nature,
my friend,
right there.
That is the force in us.
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