Whatever works
Somedays you are like
WTF
and beyond that
and even abbreviations
millennials
made up.
For lack of
(better?) worl(d)s
describe perfectly
how you feel.
And you remember
all the madness
and dancing on the edge of a knife
wondering
who is crazy
and what is “real”.
Not get good ,
fun crazy
the not so good kind.
But then you remember the Harf
the Viking Queen played.
And the waves of the Ocean
and the stillness
of the Present
Moment
that you can be
sure
is the most
Real thing
there is
and you decide
to set your sail
in that
Direction,
And you pray
To God and all the gods
and greet the Fae
the hidden folk
and all the hues
of the Great Goddess
and simply
allow
LIFE
to take
over.
And give your
tired,
beaten
self
a slack.
Rest little one.
The Battle is over.
You “lost”
Life won
and now you can finally
sto
fighting.
It just migh
work.
As for the Real Fight;
It was never about winning.
It was just training.
You were just meant to keep fighting.
Long enough
to allow yourself
to stop.
Valhalla is waiting.
The One eyed nods.
And the rest...
Sit by the well of Wyrd,
hear what Mimir has to say
let Freya do her magic
and smile at the Thunderer
the GAME IS
ON!