Rising

no, it is true
there is no harder thing
than rising to leave

no temperate word can
hold the hair from your eyes

no top-heavy logic can
keep the well from spilling over

no guard dog to reason can
heel the doubt in your ankles

the days that slip out after
will be peppered with apology

the loudest will be
your own.

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