And what good could it do you to forge your anvil made of iron
with your muscles bulging and your sweat blotting patterns
in the concrete below your arm? The mallet is made of glass, you fool
and so your insistence goes with it. Push the Replay button now.
Try again tomorrow. Build a bridge and a looking glass.
First fortify your clarity and turn it into art. Weld it to your heart.
© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019