Footing

Becoming real entails confronting demons.

You can float along the currents of illusion

with a fluff-constructed image of yourself,

an easy (mostly joyless) ride from birth to death,

through all the trumped up strokes of luck and chance

But if you once find solid footing,

struggle and scramble to stand up,

to hold your place,

you’ll feel the current rushing up against you,

you’ll look your demons in the face

Take courage, you are gaining strength,

and you will be supported by this place,

the tingle of the bracing air will help you,

the kindness of the sun afford you grace.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 3, 2016