Poetry
One Hundred Percent
Don’t give me your airy, fairy
Dipsy dreamy self!
Give me your raw, unfiltered
Mud on the ground
Wrathful, heart pounding
Blood pumping self.
Don’t escape into future,
Idealising, drifty, drippy
With no common sense.
Give me your strength
To face uncomfortable stress,
Loss, dangerous ugliness.
These things here are boring,
Flatlined, demanding action,
Without drama, magic or glitz:
This is real life.
However much we wish
It were otherwise.
Life is not in imagination
It's a vibrant, teeming, living chance
To be here now:
Spirit embodied,
Mind clear
Body responsive,
All together,
One hundred percent.
March 10th, 2023
© Sophie Brown 2023