Sun the Soothsayer

The sweat beads down my forehead

fists clenched

"You're a loser!"

"You're a man without a backbone"

My instincts have me ready to attack

But I catch something in my periphery

A sliver of pink on a golden horizon

I hear its soothing words:

"You will rise above those words.

You will have a place among the stars

while they are still scraping their knees on the gravel of their lives"

This reminds me that I am beyond the words thrown at me

from tongues of glass and mouths of hate

I look at those throwing words of disgust at me,

say "The sky is my source of calm, my source of life,

and it will never perish"

I unclench my fists

and walk away

   

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