Strength

I write under this crocked light.

It is weak as can be but I am wishing my words to be

strong —

what an inept word;

powerless to use with its only use being to show

— I cannot tell you a lot of things.

I will only know more than I presently don’t know.

And I may plunge into tears and embrace

sharp pains through my bones.

But I know how to play human.

And I always

and always

stand by my word.