The Strength of Her – A poem
She is solid.
A brick wall could not withstand the onslaught she takes
upon herself in a day.
Crumblings of broken mortar would be the only memory of it.
Limits in place may try and take hold
of a body pushed to the extreme,
but her mind says. “Nuh, uh. I ain’t having none of that”
Tired, but tireless.
Her core is molten lava
shit as it travels.
Stay the fuck out of her way.
Let her work.
Just smile, and admire, and admit
silently to yourself
how you wish you were her.
By Philip Wardlow