Delirium and an Unattended Headstone.
Absolute refusal of facts.
Widow left in reminder of a fairytale ended abruptly
Stoic Laser Focus.
Cry and Proceed.
What Else can One Do?
Speak Nothing of It,
Sears with Too Much Pain,
Fresh Wounds, Infinitely Fresh.
“He turned Gray, Ashen.”
In that chair, in the back of the parlor,
those steel eyes, vacant.
Winnings and perfections are rare.
Far more Losers than the Victor.
No one loves you when you are down and out.
Beauty resides in the reaction
to defeat, oblivion, failure, tragedy.
Undeterred and Defiant.
Overcoming with Isolated Resilience.
Striving to be better,
Inch by Inch,
with no fanfare or adulation.
Secret hours sharpening
Body Mind and Spirit
the Love of Life.
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