What is the sound of resolve?
Fanned flames of frivolous hopes framing the doubt dressed in darkness?
The firewood of punctuated ululations severing ties that leave
you on your feet but do not feed you on your toes.
Rubber licking asphalt one grain of hard-fought grey after the other?
Barren boots warring against the smattering of wet skin on
fiery hard packed ground
Toppling time and again because you knock yourself down as often as the world does.
Silence so absolute with a world not watching
Breath held, waiting interminably for the other shoe to drop
When you know you never intend to let go of the laces
you cling to; because you are in control.
Bet it looks like a shaky breath-
Arms crossing, folding into one’s chest
Mouth agape, teeth bared, eyes focused
Above the “insurmountable best”
And it feels like a reckoning
Like fear and faith, or fear alone
or an emptiness – a will wilted, but alive
Whispering secrets of your unmalleable core;
Bone to unshakeable bone.