Daily I Struggle

Daily I struggle

Against myself

Things barely understood

Thinly disguised

Beneath a façade of outer strength

And I know not

The reasons for this

Lifelong war

At odds with my own being

A fundamental sense of unhappiness

Disconsonant in blood and bone

Upon a sleepless night

Or wrestless, unsetttled days

I awake to a moment

A brief sense of respite

A truce, a momentary pause

Of hostilities

And it is then

In those brief interludes

That life seems most clear

Most constant

And immediate

In its sense of importance

And purpose

Seasons

Odd Ends: Perennial Poesy along the Way

2005