Come out, come out
This is no time for hiding
And no time for crying
Because your rations are packed
And your armor is on
And you’re far from done
(And you’re not quite undone)
Feel the weight
It’s light as a feather
The heaviest feather
A feather that can hold you
As it drifts slowly around
Circling and lifting
As an unexpected breeze
Keeps your feet off the ground
So come out
With your trusty tools and your comfortable shoes
And your grit and your sweat
And face the climb of today
Do, whatever there is to do
So that it’s done
Even when it’s nothing done
And tomorrow
(if we’re lucky enough to get it)
Come out again
~ Hezaasan @ 2022
Muttering Retreats 