VIGOR

There are times when your strength is not measured
by a set of skills or the ability to distill pain;
perhaps, in surviving the moments less-treasured,
your courage is the result of your limits sustained.

Brusquely, no. Abruptly, your threshold falters
– a breaking point shatters over its own edge –
and as you gather your bearings, absolution saunters
over and offers a choice or two from your ledge.

You accept his lifeless hand in exchange for a prayer,
for yourself, the faithless, and powerless to a God up high;
or, you use his strength to emerge, but only to his lair,
where you’d follow absolution to an unforgiving goodbye.

Our mortality, humble and relentless, must forego our egos
for our tenacity’s constant vigor is the vitality of credos.

@kwirb #30Days30Sonnets
September 21st 2015.