When you’ve trudged, and pushed, and done all you can, take rest.
When you feel the muscles across the front of your body bracing for the next hit, let them melt back into softness.
When you lock onto the ugliness of what is standing in front of you, and it starts to agitate the protective lining of your heart, push it back, and stand up too.
When you feel like it’s crumbling, catch the chunks that are salvageable, and let the rest fall away.
Let your shoulders settle low and strong, back into rightful space.
When it finally topples, and comes crashing down, let it fall. Take one step back, and let it go–it was going to anyway.
It will soon be time to sift through the rubble, and then too, stay soft.
As it decomposes, so we renew.