by Joanie Terrizzi.
You can argue
(wrestle)
(wail)
(fight)
(rail)
against reality.
And continue to
flail
in waters made for
drowning.
Or you can fill your
lungs with breath
find your floating back
and stare breathless
at the starry sky
no matter how the waters
churn.
Reality wins every time.
You can soften your heart
or be eroded by forces
intent on softening it.